Sometimes there are challenges that are easily identifiable and sometimes they are hidden. I enjoy doing challenging workouts because it makes sense to me that they are challenging. But there are some things, probably most things that take a little more deciphering.
How much does it change my teaching that I am trying to hold myself to the expectations of the school in which I teach? Is there a fundamental commonality between our ideal approaches extractable enough to be practicable? What are we trying to teach? Is it the same thing?
It must be very hard to live in a system where your right is wrong. And you are wrong and wrong and wrong again and again. Your kindnesses are misplaced, undirected. Maybe eventually you start to erode to the proper place, a misshapen form from your beginnings.
Where do we learn our first language and how well do we learn it? Can we choose to have another? What trust does it take for us to replace what we know for something new? And what if it isn't actually right in the end?
Many statues erode. Some fail to do so. They poke through their surroundings, rubbing against the world, abrasive. Some of them break. But occasionally there are those, likely the ones that have questioned their own integrity, who are able to erode a small, or maybe even a large, part of the world.
How are we molded? How are we maintained? How often do we question the source of our integrity and our right to espouse a way of living?
Sometimes it is hard to answer a simple question. Sometimes it is easy to see a flaw. And inspiring to want to mend it that the questioner may grow beyond themselves.
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