This
is just an assignment right? Wrong. This was much more than an assignment, this
was a life experience.
I
went to bed Thursday evening preparing myself for the day to come. I was dreading the following day. What was it going to be like when I let go of
my one defense? How was I going to cope without my sarcastic armor? I wasn’t sure, and frankly I didn’t even want
to think about it. Finally I put the
thought out of my mind and went to sleep.
I
woke up Friday morning with a glimmer of perspective. I knew I had to force
myself to do this. It was for a grade and more than that, I refused to let my
experiment fail.
To
think more about my day I went to my quiet place; the shower. In the midst of
shampooing and conditioning I found the answers I was looking for.
I
realized that in order to make it through the day I would have to have the
right mindset. I knew that the love for
others that I wanted to portray with my words had to start in my head. So I
made the decision to keep my thoughts positive, in hopes that my words would
follow suit.
The
first hour of my day was really easy, that is, until Molly woke up. After just
thirty minutes around my sister, I blew it. Demeaning sarcasm to start the day
wasn’t exactly what I was going for. But as the day went on things looked up, it
became almost easy to abide by the rules of my experiment.
I
fulfilled all of my requirements. I told 5 people things that I appreciate
about who they are. One of the people was my dad. I told my dad that I really
appreciate how he’s able to lead our family and still be relatable. As for the 10
general compliments, those were pretty simple. I told one girl that I don’t
even know the name of that I liked her shoes, and another that her sweater was
cute.
One
thing that I worry about my assignment is that it wasn’t fair. The day that the
experiment took place; a large portion of the school was on a field trip. Most
of those people on the field trip would have been people that I would have
struggled to be nice to. So I kind of wonder what would have happened if they
would be there. Would I have messed up a lot more and then have had a different
experience? I really can’t know, but I feel that my experiment would have gone
a lot differently.
Maybe
it’s because all those people weren’t there, but I found the whole experiment
pretty easy. And although it was pretty easy, I had this weird feeling all day.
I was driving home, thinking over my day and still feeling kind of off. And that’s when it hit me; it’s not that hard
to love others, it’s not that difficult to say nice things. The only thing
stopping people from loving others more is themselves. All you need to do is make the decision to
put others first. Plain and simple, all you have to do is forget about yourself!
How completely selfish am I that I can’t give up nit-picking at myself to love
others.
In that moment, I
was disgusted. I couldn’t handle
humanity, how can we all be so selfish that we can’t take a few seconds to
decide to love others? And that’s when I started to paint.
I
worked and I worked, and I put all my heart into my work. And then it was done. I call it “Edify”. It’s based off of a multitude of scriptures
including Romans 14:14-21, 1 Thessalonians 5:11 , and 1 Corinthians 13:4-7. The basic idea is that on the list of
important things in my life, I should be last. Being last means that when I
speak to others, I should speak in love and kindness.
In
sitting back and looking at the painting, I was able to see the hypocrisy in my
experiment. I chose to go a whole day building people up with my words, when
just twenty-four hours ago I chose not to go an hour without some sort of
biting sarcasm. (Key word there being chose…) And then, I go ahead and do my
experiment and realize that it really wasn’t that difficult. I realized that although
I believe that we should be kind to one another, I never really acted on that
belief. Therefore, I was a hypocrite.
Now
though, I see that I was wrong, I see that I could have been different and
(once again…) chose not to do so. But in seeing my fault, I am also able to see
the light at the end of the tunnel. I now know that being positive doesn’t have
to be as complicated as
I think it does. I really don’t
have an excuse to be mean anymore, and that scares me. What am I going to hide
behind now? Nothing. And that’s how it needs to be. (Booo)
It’s
crazy to think that even though my experiment ended up kind of blah, it had a
major impact. Even a whole day of making yourself do something that isn’t that
tough, but differs from your routine can
change a person. I know it can. I’ve
seen it happen. I am the proof.
So
what the heck am I supposed to do know? What do I do when I know that I’ve been
wrong and now I know I can change? I change.
Now that I’ve seen
the error of my ways (not to be overly dramatic or anything...), I know that I need
to be better, I know that I need to love people more. I can see that it’s a
simple choice like most things in life; all I have to do is make the conscious decision
to love more. I’ve done in for 24 hours,
the rest of my life will be a cake-walk right? (Right…?...)