Conviction, Uncertainty and Falke Sensitive Trek Socks
I read a piece about this yesterday and various points hit home and sometimes I wonder how we all survive the battleground of human communication and relationships, at times so complicated and yet I suspect it could all be much simpler if we all stopped taking our thoughts quite so seriously and just got on with the task at hand and then the next task and the next. I think it would all be easier if we focussed on being interested, compassionate, loving and trusting. Those seem to be the core healthy emotions to nurture.
Conviction and uncertainty … the other day in the little changing cubicle at the swimming pool where I go and pretend I am a fat silky sea lion with streamlined whiskers, I heard a piping Little Voice say to its Mama, “Which is my left sock and which is my right sock?” The Mama replied, “Don’t be silly, there is no such thing as left and right socks.”
Little Voice piped again, with a sad tone this time, ” But there is a left glove and a right glove”. The Mama was emphatic, “There are no such things as left and right socks.”
Now, I am not a Mama but it struck me that Mama was so sure and so certain and yet she was wrong, because there are left and right socks; I know that because I wear them and in fact I was putting mine on at the time. I had to resist the urge to dangle them over the cubicle wall and say ‘Look look!’ because that would just have been silly.
Anyway a lot of the time I am certain and have convictions that I am right and the rest of the world is wrong or mistaken or deluded, but what I am coming to realise is that I am no different from that Mama. And that most of my unease and unhappiness comes from trying to hold onto certainty and convictions, on judgements about other events and other people, that are just not based on anything real or on faulty information or faulty thoughts.
So with that in mind I look at my socks in all their left and right loveliness, with their little silicon nibs that hold them up but also allow the socks not to have too tight tops to squish my sensitive ankles and smile.
The lesson I am learning, slowly and painfully is that I am often not right when I am convinced that I am, and it doesn’t matter, in fact it is a freedom to grasp that knowledge and resultant uncertainty. It allows one to pass more easily through the waters of the pool of life. Less effort and the water turns soft and gentle, press and push and huff and puff and I am exhausted by the time I reach the end to turn again and start all over.
How do you feel when you are wrong about something? Do you feel embarassed or ashamed, or do you find it quite interesting, an opportunity to learn something new? I am working on feeling the latter.
PS I have edited the last but one paragraph, the bit in italics, as it didn’t quite make sense, even to me!