We bring children up with stories.  Most stories for children have a moral at the heart, a lesson to learn about heroism, sacrifice, kindness and generosity.  We tell children stories with hidden messages about to grow up to be a good person.

As adults we don’t hear those morals anymore.  We hear the story but the very moralistic nature of it tells us that it’s nothing more than a story and that the morals offer nothing real or practical that we can take away with us.  Being an adult teaches us to be realistic, realism so often then becomes cynicism.  We work to protect ourselves and what we have, we learn that generosity, open heartedness, heroism and sacrifice only lead to pain, disillusionment and fear.  We acknowledge that the world is cruel and we wrap ourselves up in materialism to protect ourselves from having to look at the ugly face of that world, a world that we are helping to build.   We accept it all because that’s how it is and we can’t ever change it.

But if we truly believe that, why do we still tell the tales?  To protect the children from reality?  Or because we still want to believe that there is better to be seen from humanity?

I watched Dr. Who yesterday.  A wonderful source of new and exciting stories.  A woman, in the name of protecting her own, killed a reptiloid who had been living under the earth.  The Doctor, furious, told her ‘You are so much less than the best of humanity’.  Later in the episode he dared her to bring up her son to be better.  But I wonder whether it’s the children that need to hear the morals in fairy tales at all, maybe it’s us,  maybe it’s the cynical adults so caught up in how things are that we don’t even think about how they could be.

Maybe we all need to be reminded about heroism and sacrifice.

Ask yourself what the ‘best of humanity’ means.  And then then ask yourself ‘Is that me?’.  Are you the best of humanity?  Or are you less than the best of humanity?  And if the later, how can you be more?




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