On Pedestals and Pseudo-Demagogues

As we dance the dance of life, we tend to put people up on pedestals at times. Many times though, through no fault of our own, we put people up on pedestals made of wet sand, exempli gratia, a sand castle. Stress of any kind will cause that pedestal, that sand castle, to crumble. And, as we see sometimes in sand castles, they crumble all on their own. The weak points on the pedestal are not seen until the inevitable crumbling occurs. Sometimes it's even pecked at by someone maliciously as they watch it crumble...

Sometimes the crumbling of the pedestal surprises us. We don't expect that pedestal to break. We don't expect those who have made us their people, one of them, to suddenly disperse. Sometimes one puts their entire world into one person or a few people, and prop them up on what they think is a pretty good pedestal. Sometimes these people can do no wrong, in the eyes of the person putting these people up on the pedestal. Sometimes we consider ourselves to be a pretty good judge of character.

Those are the ones that, when they break, surprise the hell out of us.

Sometimes it's heartbreaking when those pedestals break, and it feels like one's whole world is crashing down. But, as surely as the Lord lives, there is a lesson to be learned from all of it. Maybe one's sense of character was off, maybe one was manipulated, there can be numerous reasons why the pedestal was formed, and this person or people was put up so high, sometimes to the highest of heights, dwarfing so many others...those, those especially are the ones that are the most heartbreaking if they should fall.

So say you put all your eggs in one basket, and one day something happens that just crushes each and every one of those eggs to complete oblivion. Sure, you've just lost all those eggs. But look at the chickens God has provided you. Look at the rest of the pieces, look at the people who may have not been so elevated before; you are definitely not so awestruck by the one or ones whom you've place so highly.

Was it a mistake? Not necessarily. In it, you've discovered yourself, and who you want to be, and who you are. You learn, as with everything else in life. You see amidst the ashes of what has just crumbled before you, who was there through it all, and who will be there in the long run. Maybe this sort of lesson is necessary to teach us how to judge one's character and those whose lives they touch.

In my last entry I spoke of the beauty of an Aspie brain. Sure, there are parts that annoy the hell out of people, but I have found that when you find "your people", sure, they get annoyed by your quirks but yet their world is not the same without you there. That is what I am now calling being a force of nature. Sometimes we need to be reminded of just how much we touch the lives of others. We don't always see it, it's just a part of everyday life for us. But one simple word of how we've made a difference in someone's life, can mean the world to us.