Consider This Please

I always new I was in good company.

You may be a hardworking person trying your best to make your life work. Maybe your a parent, maybe not. You’re a son or daughter. You are a good neighbor. People may comment on how “together” you are or how “confident” you always seem to be. You may look good. You look like you have it under control; no issues, nothing you can’t handle. You may see life as hard and be strong against it, paving your own way. You may see life as amazing, as an adventure! You maybe you see life from a place where you have “evolved.” You may see life as “glorious” and “a gift” not to be squandered. You may see yourself and everyone else on a path to enlightenment.

Despite appearances and worldview and spiritual paths or lack there of, I wonder…

Haven’t we all felt like are a bit “bonkers” at some point?

It obviously doesn’t look the same in everyone. Some people wear it honorably and humbly, others refuse to acknowledge it. Some talk it out and seek help, others tuck it away, only letting it seep out through their cracks with their trusted confidants. There are those who have lost themselves to madness, to their own minds. They may likely be overcome with mental illness. The world sees them as bonkers whether they see themselves that way or not. It’s obvious right? It’s written all over their face, or in the clothes they wear or in their expressions or signs or tin cans as they sit and ask and beg for help. I think of homeless men and women and children, who are living among us, out of their minds potentially, and at a complete loss about what to do next. Or even worse, those that are without a worry because they have completely “gone bonkers” and are oblivious to their suffering. They may lack access to the medication they require — after all it takes time and money and organizational, life skills to go get medicine, to seek medical care. So help may be awaiting their arrival, they simply can’t get there. So bonkers they remain, barring an intervention of some kind.

I know that many people say to those who are completely lost and “totally bonkers” that they made their choice. Help is available. They have chosen this life. Their empathy or concern has apparently vanished — they could “care less” and in fact may blame their situation on them. I know a lot of people with this point of view, as I’m sure you do.

I think THEY are bonkers.

Despite this, I think better of people. I KNOW (I have to believe) that there is some compassion in everyone. It’s just needs to be rediscovered. I also believe in people’s curiosity for their fellow man and woman and family. Such that when they see their needy brother or sister or child on the sidewalk they at least wonder about them. Their heart may even sink in silence.

Maybe I’m bonkers for believing that everyone has goodness in them. But I’m leaning toward it anyway.

Of course, I’m not pollyanna — everyone is not fabulous and charitable and accepting and generous. My point! To have turned your heart away from others for whatever reason, by setting yourself apart in some way, is to have gone a bit mad.

These folks may not consider their approach to homelessness or mental illness for example as flawed, or bonkers in any way. Probably true in fact. But they, like the rest of humanity, likely have something they feel or have felt crazy about in their own life. Bonkers about. “Off” about. Not quite right about. Can’t get-a-grip about.

It’s nearly impossible to believe that there exist a chosen class, relatively few who through evolution or God have been born with a perfectly functioning brain.

To the contrary, we all come from the same source — defined differently for different folks of course, but still from the same place.

So if your think you are bonkers — join the club! Love one another for it. Breathe a sigh of relief. And if you don’t think you are, you may want to reconsider — it’s likely that you are indeed a part of the cool crowd, “among the best people” as Lewis Carroll says. Just wake up to it and you will see.

Yours in bonkerdom,


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