I got to thinking today about the art of casting stones. It struck me how judgmental we the human race are, especially since we are all essentially born with some type of characters flaws.
I had been reading earlier the different articles over the early demise of the now late Whitney Houston. Far be it for me to ever write about the death of a celebrity, but I had made the mistake of scanning the comment sections of a few articles that were written. I have to say I was horrified by the amount of sarcastic comments oozing off the screen.
I personally have never really been affected by the death of a celebrity, well with the exception of Elvis Presley and only because I was the same age as his daughter, Lisa Marie, and in my astute nine years of age, I wondered how she would fair in life without the guidance of a male figure. Oh hell, I was just upset that she had lost her dad.
Often, when the latest celebrity death hits the net, or social media, or the media in general, I am one of the last to be shocked. It's almost like I knew it was coming. I, along with the majority of the population, could see the train wreck approaching and was just waiting for the moment when the actual collision, followed by the carnage, would occur.
So the death of Whitney Houston was for me, no shock at all.
But what shocks me the most and saddens me to the core, is how we as humans are quick to step up on our soap boxes and bring out our almighty sword of judgment and withdraw our gift of compassion.
I don't know about you, but I can safely say that I am not without an addiction. Hence my chubby little body and my love for fatty foods. I see addiction in everyone. Whether it's shopping your life away (and what could be considered my second weakness), exercising to the point of depriving your body of nutrients, drinking, drugs, hoarding, compulsively counting your life away, frugality, gambling, or counting bottles, whatever it is, we all have some form of weakness that we fight throughout our entire lives. Unfortunately, in the case of Ms. Houston, some addictions are more harmful than others.
It's amazing to me how quickly we do things like jump on the band wagon to find a way to blame someone else for our own problems, or in this case Ms. Houston's problems. But the fact remains, that in the end, we are the only ones responsible for ourselves, no one holds a gun to our heads and forces us to smoke weed, eat another doughnut, drink another beer, buy another pair of shoes, save every single penny, throw money away on a game of poker. Nobody does that but us.
It makes me wonder sometimes, when will we learn to take responsibilities for our actions, but more importantly, when will we learn that passing judgment on others is only a meager disguise for what ails ourselves.
Hopefully, someday, we will learn that nothing good comes from the art of casting the first stone. Sadly tho, I highly doubt it.
Now if you would excuse me, *ahem cough* I think its time for me to step down from my own soapbox.
Until Next Time.