Favorite Quote from Socrates

“To Find yourself, think for yourself.” – Socrates

In this current age of mass media, we are constantly being inundated with information. It comes at us from all sides 24/7.

It is easy to be a lazy thinker and just accept what we are being told.

The cold, hard truth is that it can actually be extremely detrimental (and in some cases deadly) if we do not do our own research and document from a variety of valid, objective sources whether something is either true or false.

It is extremely crucial that we dig below the surface and ask ourselves who benefits from trying to sway us to their opinion. Is it money that motivates the person who is trying to convince us of that position? Is it an insatiable thirst for power that is the motivator? Or, is the person just simply misinformed and does the person truly believe their position is correct? Or, is the person motivated by fear?

Socrates said it well when he tells us to think for ourselves in order to find ourselves.

In other words, in order to have a decent life and productive life, it is important to think through all the information that is out there in the world.

The next time you read an article, hear a news report, or read a social media post, ask yourself what quantifiable evidence is there that the words spoken or written are the verifiable truth. Who is trying to influence you and what do they have to gain?

Think for yourself; your very life depends upon it.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021

It Was Never about the Turkey

This Thanksgiving Day instead of remembering the past I focused on the future.

In the back of my mind, memories from Thanksgiving Day’s past quietly paraded by. Mama standing in the kitchen with that perfectly browned turkey in the middle of the kitchen table, her pretty dark eyes turning towards me, will always be present in the fabric of this day. Her passing still stings me; the memory of her on Thanksgiving morning all busy and focused makes me laugh. Joy. Mama was joy to me.

My first Thanksgiving as a young wife, in-laws who could never be satisfied, a husband who tried to encourage me in my imagined failings, at once makes me laugh and makes me cry.

Time can be cruel in its passing and its sweeping away from us those whom we loved the most. Holidays have a way of slapping us squarely in the face with regrets at what we may have failed to say and/or do.

Love. That is what I remember most about Thanksgiving. Love. Looking across the table at those whom I loved most. My husband didn’t seem to mind that I had overcooked the turkey (if he did notice, he didn’t mention it).

Love. Remembering Mama. My perfect Mama.

Love. Remembering that husband from so long ago.

Thanksgiving is about love, about gathering to thank God for another year to share the table with those whom we love the most.

Time is cruel in its taking from us those whom we have loved the most.

In this holiday season, I have been reminded of the rapid, cruel passage of time.

But, rather than be sad, rather than give into the darkness of depression, rather than giving into the despair, I ask God to give me the courage to just simply be thankful for the love that I had been blessed with those many years ago.

Thankful for love.

Thankful for those November memories.

Thankful for those memories I will always cherish regardless of the pain of loss they sometimes bring.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2020