Clueless Seaweed

I am repeating myself again and again.  This is because I have maybe four good things to say and two of them aren't that good so I have to go to the well with the ones I like.  The guiding force for how I should act today is a reflection of my understanding my Higher Power.  Calm and slow.  Understanding.  Compassion without pity.  Listening more and talking less.  Friendly.  Funny.  Happy.  Seeking to love rather than be loved; to understand rather than be understood; comfort rather than be comforted.

Here's a story I shared with three friends who don't have substance abuse problems and aren't familiar with the dynamics of recovery, meditation particularly: A newspaper commissioned a study where they paid a violinist to busk in a local subway station.  In the time he was playing about 2,000 people passed by, many of them busy with work and families.  Cameras showed 6 people paused to listen for a while.  6/2,000 = .003 or three tenths of one percent.  A rounding error.  Here's the catch: the violinist was world famous and he was playing one of the most difficult Beethoven violin concertos written by that musical genius on a violin worth $3,500,000.

I shared this story as an example of how so many of us are so trapped in the endless loops of rushing from task to task and following whatever thoughts pop randomly in our minds that we look right through all of the beauty and majesty of life.  Instead, I got criticism of the mechanics of the study or posturing about who knew more about the specific details of the incident.  I'm not sure who's more clueless - the people who responded or me for expecting something different.

I should have left well enough alone but I felt the need to put together a cutting and incisive response.  It sort of made me feel better for a minute but it also fell on deaf ears.  

Does it need to be said?

Does it need to be said right now?

Does it need to be said right now by me?