I recently commented on THIS post. There are a few layers to the subject of the post (it’s short, for them who hesitate to click on links).
The post contains a quote from Carl Rogers regarding treating people as one would a sunset. Namely, we can’t adjust a sunset to our liking; all we can do is enjoy the spectacle for what it is. So we should treat people, he says; let them be and appreciate them for who they are.
I made a comment about how I can snap a photo of a sunset and, in fact, can enhance it so as to make the memory of it greater than what it was. There are various levels to my answer, as well.
One level might be how we consider people from the past — or even present — whom we don’t personally know. We may aggrandize their stature or diminish it. We can even have an image that is not consistent with who they are, assigning to them traits, ideas, and beliefs that may be an oversimplification or an exaggeration of their actual beliefs.
Another level is to consider how we may push others to be either better person or — in some cases — worse persons than they would have been if left on their own. We can either help someone flourish or hamper their development.
Yet another level is what we choose to emphasize and what we ignore about others. Much like someone might process a photo of a sunset to enhance what they like and reduce what they don’t like, we end up “processing” people based on criteria we don’t often understand even if made aware of it.
We might hate the way someone acts even as we give someone else a pass for the very same actions.
The idea of “letting someone be who they are” can — at face value — be itself viewed as a good thing . . . but I can think of examples where that’s not a good thing.
I don’t know what Carl Rogers meant because all I read is a quote and it may or may not be further qualified in his other writings.
What I know is that watching in awe as someone’s life unfolds assumes the life you’re observing is awesome and the people are awesome and their actions are awesome. I’ve found that’s hardly ever the case . . . but, what do I know? I’m no Carl Rogers.
And now, the photo:
I had a photo of a similar plant a few posts back. That one was predominately red whereas this is mostly green. I believe it’s two different varieties of the same plant. I’ve seen some that are completely in the red domain, and a deep red at that.
This one is also treated with a bit of artsy liquefication (my own description for the process).
I find myself more and more wanting to make up my own words and descriptors for stuff I see or do. I don’t know if that proves I’m a writer at heart or the opposite; that I have no business handling words.
A few posts back I mentioned something about the kid indicating that it was Willy ‘n Ethel’s son. I misspoke. The kid refers to Ethel as Aunt Ethel, so he’s their nephew. I’m not sure I’m comforted by the fact Willy ‘n Ethel didn’t reproduce or if I feel sorry for future generations who will live without a continuation of the lineage.
With today’s doodle, I return to the animated GIFs . . . this one is Streamers In A Bunch.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
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