‘It is unwise to be too sure of one’s own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err.’
– Mahatma Gandhi
I don’t get it.
Why do people relish in seeing others fall, especially when the mistake was made by a person in the limelight? Why do we enjoy reading about celebrities’ failures, politicians’ poor grammar and leaders’ errors in judgement? Does it make us happy when we see their veneer of perfection (which we know is but a public persona) crack?
Over the past few days, I’ve been reading the news in the media and at the same time, watching some members of my team scramble to handle the unnecessary attention.
I just felt it was a total waste of time and resource. Not what the team was doing – that was essential – but the hype over… nothing. And I couldn’t help but remember that Theodore Roosevelt himself once said, ‘The only man who never makes mistakes is the man who never does anything.’
Shouldn’t the evidence of mistakes be in a way, celebrated? They are human. And we have hope because… if it was any of us in their position, shit, we might have made a bigger mess.
So there. Let it go.
I went running today and found myself being a tad bit self-conscious when I passed by other runners. It didn’t matter if I felt like dying because the moment someone came by, I held myself straighter, lengthened my strides and tried to breathe normally, instead of panting loudly, which was what I was really doing. After this weird reflex action occurred a few times, I started grinning to myself.
It was so absurd.
I needed to focus on my running but there I was, concerned about the opinions of people who firstly, don’t know me and secondly, don’t care.
I let it go.
The next time runners passed me by, I willed myself to be… myself.
And began to enjoy the wind, the feel of fire on my legs and in my lungs.
This is why I do this – for me. Let it stay that way.