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A while back an email from a member of my family gave me some pause; it said, among other things, that my writing was not their cup of tea, but of course they wished me all good in my chosen career (not the words used, but the general sentiment). It also said that they suspected we shared neither politics or values. On my writing not being their cup of tea, no problem, that's the nature of that beast, and no big deal. On the politics, yes, agreed. But the values thing has stuck in my craw ever since and I worry at it periodically.
My values. What do I value? I value, first, compassion, kindness, and love. These, I believe strongly, are the most valuable and highly evolved of humanity's ways of being. Second, I value creative productivity of any kind--meaning the arts, yes, but also other creative endeavors from city planning, architecture, and community organizing to cooking, farming organically, and creating a good restaurant--that deepens, enriches, betters and/or makes more enjoyable the lives of those it touches.
What I don't understand is how compassion and kindness are not everyone's values.
My values. What do I value? I value, first, compassion, kindness, and love. These, I believe strongly, are the most valuable and highly evolved of humanity's ways of being. Second, I value creative productivity of any kind--meaning the arts, yes, but also other creative endeavors from city planning, architecture, and community organizing to cooking, farming organically, and creating a good restaurant--that deepens, enriches, betters and/or makes more enjoyable the lives of those it touches.
What I don't understand is how compassion and kindness are not everyone's values.
