"If you can't say somethin' nice..."

IF YOU CAN'T SAY SOMETHIN' NICE...
I'm just wondering today about some things that have been on my mind, lately.
Like, what ever happened to just being nice?

I remember the saying from the old animated movie "Bambi" that went something like, "Mama always said, 'If you can't say somethin' nice, don't say nothin' at all.'"
Why is it so hard to say something nice to someone?
Why is it so easy to make fun of some celebrity kid who's struggling and falling?
Is it because 'nice guys finish last'? And what does it matter if I finish last?
Will I die? Will it reallly matter?
We're ALL going to "finish," sooner or later. Does it matter if it's first or last? Anyway, I was taught that the last will be first and the first will be last... one day.

What happened to, "He who's without sin, cast the first stone?"
When we bash or make fun of someone because their clothes are different than ours, even if it's extreme like the people of Walmart thing we've all laughed about, what does that say about US? "Ha ha, I'm SO much better because I don't dress like that. I'm mean and judgemental, but it's worse to dress funny."
I think when I point the finger at someone for how they dress, speak, spell, etc, that it's showing more about ME than it is about them.

I need to remember that there's a reason God made other people look differently and do things differently than I do. Sometimes it's to work a good work in me, and make me a kinder and more compassionate person.

I want to always remember to think about the hurt, the trauma, the poor upbringing, the damage in people's lives that made them what they are. Not everyone turns out perfectly. Certainly not me.

At the end of things I want to hear, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant," not, "Man, you SLAMMED her!"

If you're the one with compassion, with kindness, I can almost guarantee that you've been through some hurt and some suffering. I'm sorry that you've had pain in your life. I imagine it's made you grow. And I hope there are not people still saying things, criticizing and making your road tougher.

I truly believe the biggest jerks: the most critical among us, are the most scared and unhappy. They're afraid someone will see THEM for who they are, and won't love them.

They don't know us very well, do they?

Okay. I'm done for now. I've just been thinking about that, and it's been on my heart. I've learned that when something gnaws at me, I'm supposed to put it out there, because someone ELSE needs to see it.

I pray for you, for your healing, for your health, your success, your happiness, and that you are always gentle and kind to others, and they to you.

Thank you for reading, and for being your wonderful self.

Love from your friend Anna Marie

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