America sang,
“Oz never gave nothing to the Tin Man,
That he didn’t already have.”
And for a second, you feel a sense of pride.
A sense of “That’s right. I’m good. I’m whole.”
But then they go on,
“So, please believe in me,
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round.”
Love that!
“I’m ok. I’m whole. I’m good. I’m complete.
And what I have inside that makes me complete is a bunch of madness.”
Well, alright then!
Have you ever noticed how people so often talk about “stuff”?
Things they’ve done? Places they’ve gone? People they’ve met?
Why do we do this?
I think it’s because, at least some of the time, it’s because we’re afraid.
We’re afraid to look at that which is within us.
And we’re not interested in seeing it in other people.
And then we forget how to see ourselves or see others.
And we focus on “stuff.”
And eventually we become less human.
We become just a pile of things we’ve done.
I’m a mess. Why bother to think it’s otherwise?
It’s not a goal of mine, but it’s there. And it’s not going anywhere.
Oh well.
And if I’m right (and I’m 100% sure I’m right), you’re a mess too.
Oh well.
I have a God who I believe will actually save me.
So, why do I need to worry about owning up to it?
Because here’s the thing: if I look at my mess I become human.
I stop being plastic, a robot, someone that only can look at things.
If I would be a man, then I must look at what is in this chest.
And I also have to accept you for all your mess.
If I can see myself, I immediately become tender, because I can look at you and understand that you too walk the same road as I do.
Now, even with all this mess, I’m actually becoming more human and more loving.
“Believe in me, when I say I’m spinning round.”
Tom+