Halfway between the gutter and the stars
But what are these sins of omission? Sin, from a non-religious standpoint, is something that is "regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong." While I am sure you would like me to, I am not going to provide a long list of the shameful, deplorable and utterly wrong things I've done in my life or even a short one for that matter. I am sure our readership would increase tenfold if I would, but still not going to do it, not even for the numbers. To be honest I just don't want to know how long or short that list is. Although, I will admit that I am sure I have more sins of omission then I do straight out sins. They are easier to have because I don't actually have to do anything and I've sinned with out even being aware and I come out guilt free. For example, as long as I have lived in San Francisco I have not volunteered for a single activity that assists my community -- oh wait, that isn't true... I just thought of one thing I've done (more for social reasons and less for the good of the community). I don't know if I would say this is utterly wrong of me, but I think it is a shame. I think it is shameful that I don't do more, or anything really. Of course I didn't think about how little I've done for my community until the topic of sins of omission came up. I guess that would mean that not thinking about the things I should be doing that I don't do is another of my sins. I wonder why it is that I don't think about these things?
A while back at my own blog I wrote about how the longer I lived in the more seedy part of San Francisco the less afraid of it I became and the more comfortable I became walking around the neighborhood. Another individual at his blog wrote on a similar topic. He explained that this is because we no longer see what is going on around us, but become blind to our gutters and sidewalks, glancing just above the sadness to make ourselves more comfortable. Choosing not to see the true state of affairs of things that are going on around me in all aspects of my life, in all of our lives, is sad. Life is much easier when I only think about me, when I only see things the way I want to believe they are. I guess it wouldn't kill me to pull my rose colored glasses down just a little on my nose and peek above the rims, I guess it would be shameful if I didn't.