An Aspect of Perfection

There is a piece of each person that is perfect and good. A Christian would say that it is an aspect of the God in whose image we were created. A spiritual gift if you will. An Evolutionist would say it was the culmination of 200 million years of guess and check.
Whatever it is, I have seen it to often too ever deny its existence; these moments of purity of mind a motivation.In my friend Kay it is unstoppable childlike optimism. In laura it is the abiblity to be totally non-judgmental. In Bee it is compassion for those who don't deserve it. For me it is humor and undivided focus. In my father it is a love of sharing knowledge. In my mother its is selfless giving. In Ori it is defending those who can't or won't defend themselves. In Mr. Mac it is discerning the correct course and following it. In my friend Alyssa it is discerning a need and meeting it.
These traits are not always shown. But when they shine through a rough exterior something beautiful in born. Sometimes a life is saved.
When I wonder about humanity as a whole, whether or not we will survive to bear witness to the end of Gods plan. Or if there's any point in existing at all. When I see terrorists and rapists. When I despair.I see a moment of pure and unadulterated kindness or compassion and my hopes are restored.

That’s my philosophical/optomistic tidbit for the month = ]

I remember..

whats happened?
that's pretty much all i can say.

i remember when rules were absolutes. i remember when dad said something it was finished. there was no quarter.
i remember when a mistake was unacceptable. this sounds harsh, but it made me better. its sounds horrible, but it kept order and made things predictable.
i remember when touchy-feely didn't exist, when a hug was sacred. we showed affection in other, more meaningful ways.
i remember when they showed true and real emotion, and they showed that life wasn't easy, but if you try real hard, you'll get what you need.
i remember when discipline was pure and final. perhaps shown to much. but the consequences of your actions were always known.
i remember when Easter candy was about anticipation and excitement, not about obligation or meaningless tradition.
i remember when Christmas was about God and you saw him in the excitement and the love shown by family. not having to get a tree and decorate it.
i remember when life was about duty and obligation, not about whining about it.

i wish remembering wasn't the only thing i could do about it.

is this growing up?
life losing all sparkle and shine?
losing what you get to do, replaced by who and what you have to be?