“It often happens that I wake up at night and begin to think about a serious problem and decide I must tell the Pope about it. Then I wake up completely and remember I am the Pope.”
– Pope John XXIII
We don’t suffer from a shortage of people who are happy to point out all the problems in the world. They regularly remind every one of the great harm being done to us, by all of them. A lot of their sentences start out with some variant of “if only they would just…” Problems have a way of finding them.
It turns out that if you throw a pity party it’s always well attended.
It turns out you can build a “news” network rooted in telling the world about all the problems with the other guys. And it turns out a lot of people will watch. Because it’s so easy to do only that. Watch.
If we kept score in this little game it would be something like Victims 55, Doers 2.
Now I have no illusions of papal grandeur (note to self: great band name!). And I engage in plenty of thinking and telling. The irony of this post is hardly lost on me.
But when I let my ego seduce me into thinking that I am actually accomplishing much by being the judge, jury, critic or analyst, then I am living a delusional life.
There may be only one Pope. But there are a lot of us who would benefit from waking up completely to the reality of what we all can go do.