A clenched fist held high might mean solidarity to some, power to others.
A thumb held up alone might indicate approval to some, or the number one to others. A yin-yang sign might depict the two sides of everything.
In some countries, jewelry worn by women is a sign of their wealth, like this silver anklet from India.
Flags make good symbols. The rebel flag of the Southern States in America might stand for separation, while the flag of the EU means unification. The swastika in red on a soldier’s uniform might mean the exact opposite from its original intention when used millennia ago by ancient peoples, which then meant something closer to “be good.” Other symbols mean different things to different people, too. Some people adore the symbols, some people abhor them: a cross, a six-pointed star, a crescent, snakes, a skull and crossbones. Or the many versions of a Buddha head.
A young woman sitting alone at a table with her head held deep in her hands—well that’s never a good sign, whatever it means.
And what about this WordPress icon. Just what does it mean these days? I’ll tell you what it means to me today: frustration, bordering on defeat. I’ll tell you why. But first, the caveat: I realize it’s my own fault.
However, I’m only human, and humans sometimes feel the need to blame somebody else for things they can blame on others when they feel they can get away with it. I’m blaming WordPress. They’ll never know.
The reason it’s my own fault is because I just recently got behind in this blogging rigmarole. I got behind because—as you may have read in my previous post—I procrastinate. Bigtime. And I got behind in commenting, on both my own blog and on other blogs I follow. And fine, if anyone feels the need for an apology, I can express regret and make it sound sincere. To anyone who may have felt slighted, I am sorry. I’m trying to do better now that I’m sitting here on the beach in Bali. Condolences appreciated.
Apparently, sincerity—like many things—is relative.
But let’s move on. Let’s deal with the bordering-on-defeat frustration and the WP icon. An icon is a symbol. So here’s the deal with that. I had answered pretty much all the comments folks had left on my blog. I do not like leaving those comments unanswered because if someone made an effort to let me know what they think, I feel a responsibility to respond immediately, the same way you would want to thank someone immediately to show your appreciation for their giving you a present. Because when someone comments on my post, it truly feels like a gift.
So then, I started clearing out my inbox, catching up with the days (weeks) of unread, unanswered posts of others. Another relevant issue is this: I’m a slow reader. No, but I mean a very slow reader (must be some undetectable disconnect between eye and brain, or something?). I was reading and commenting and caught up to about four days behind, making good headway. And then BAM! I’m sitting there looking right at it while it begins to happen. I see it coming, I know what’s about to go down, and there’s not one thing I can do to stop it, or change it.
The Weekly Digests from all the blogs I follow weekly start loading into my mailbox, five or ten at a time. I’ve never seen this happen before, because at home, this happens while I’m sleeping. In Bali, I’m in a time zone four hours ahead. The blogs still unanswered from four days ago are now…buried pages away in Hotmail-ville.
There’s one symbol I never use. Because it just seems so…well, childish. And stupid. Innane. Vapid, really. And it actually offers me none of the satisfaction that it seems to offer other grown men I see using it. However, if I were to use that symbol—some call it the bird; some, the finger—I would use it on this dang inbox here, right now. But I won’t. I’m a bigger man than that. I’ve read books, and I’ve learned lessons on “acceptance” and giving oneself over to, and embracing, “what is” as proper etiquette when walking a spiritual path in life.
Still, a good symbol sometimes allows for our human-ness to express, and satisfy, itself. I’ve heard a saying that goes something like this: “when the going gets tough, the tough get going.” Right now, the tough would start cracking their metaphorical whips and continue plowing through emails, work through those freakin’ Weekly Digests. However, I am going to lower my unsatisfying finger (you can only be so consistent, or spiritual), take a walk on the beach, and dine on a cob salad or mie gorang for dinner. I’m embracing what is for me at this moment, which apparently will include no metaphorical whip.
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