On manmade standards and true measure of a person…

I always thought life was about living.

But its not. Because we are too busy trying not to drown in oceans created by other people.

Wealth. Beauty. Fame. Success. Fashion. Family. Connections. Education. There’s much to be added in this list. We spend our lives trying to come up to expectations set by others. Loved ones. Society. Culture. Traditions. Those imposed criteria are like mirages; they disappear right when you think you’re taking that final step. We foolishly think, ‘ Now, I think I will be happy!’ That moment never comes.

Standards. The minute you are born, an invisible yardstick miraculously appears like one of the ordained angels on our shoulders, following us around everywhere we go. After a painful labor the exhausted mother sighs with relief as the doctor confirms the baby is normal and healthy. Check or Cross – depending on what your expectation is. Of course in this case, a normal healthy baby should be the final check. But it’s not. What comes next is the baby’s physical appearance. Is the nose too big? Because a blob of a nose sure doesn’t belong in the Miss Nose pageant does it? Are the eyes too small? Oh God no, small eyes, that’s just too sad isn’t it? And then, the fateful skin color. If the poor child is anything below the standard  (depending on whatever standard it is that you uphold), then it’s all mayhem. One cross after another. These are all beauty criteria the world floats its superficial boat on. The need to fit in overpowers the need to live.

Then come the rest of the baby’s milestones. Teething. Eating. Talking. During each process, the parents or the family obsess with ‘normal’ standards. If the baby doesn’t teeth on time, all hell breaks loose. What if my baby has no teeth? Ever! Doctors try to comfort over-worried parents, assuring them  it’s all right if the baby teethes late. Phew! Everyone can rest in peace. As for the rest of the baby stages, the parents might need more space in their closets, because the measuring tape is as long, if not longer than Rapunzel’s tangled hair.

Then comes school. ABCs. 123s. Reading. Writing. Speaking. Listening. Children at this stage are content creatures. They thrive on life’s unexpected turns and mysteries. Gliding through each day, in wonder, in joy, in awe. But these imposed standards of what he should or should be like at that particular time takes away the adventure, the freedom, the curiosity of life. He is forced to settle with less. A second-rate version of life where the child has to come up to a certain standard to be accepted, to be loved, to be respected. A tasteless imitation he needs to uphold to seem appropriate for everyone else. A competitive relay race where if the child doesn’t run on time to hand the baton to the next level, it’s chaos.

And so starts the ratrace that never ends.

This doesn’t mean I cheer for complacency. Hard work and determination are as important as honesty and strong ethics. But hard work for what? That is the question I ask. Do we work hard to compete in a meaningless game? Or do we work hard to instill moral and ethical values in our children and ourselves? The rest always follows doesn’t it? If you are working at building strong relationships at work, at home, at school, then won’t success follow you around? As opposed to running blindly after worldly riches with a ruler in our hands,  wondering if we’ll ever fall in line.

The problem starts when we confuse man-made standards with God-made standards. God doesn’t care if we look a certain way or not, or if we have enough money to stuff our wardrobes with designer wear. Nor does He care if we graduated on the top of our class and got into a fortune 500 company. He sure isn’t counting on the several times we outdid someone at work, or even a friend just to soothe our sore egoes.

These are all unnecessary distractions that come in the way of how we should and shouldn’t live. A true measure of a person is not by what he puts on his body, but what he puts in his heart. A true measure of a human is  not by the number of languages he can speak, but by the honest, compassionate words that come out of those lips. A true measure of a person is by what he gives to others, and not by what he takes.

As I look at my children, I realize how I never want to judge them on these superfluous values. I also realize that chances are I will do exactly just that. If my children don’t get into the top colleges, or marry the ‘right’ people, I will hold them responsible. Because that is the kind of world I live in.

So I start now and I start small. I resolve to take baby steps towards a life that is not suffocated by what the world thinks I should do. But towards a life that makes an effort to understand what God has asked of me. I believe that simple truths of good and the bad already exist in our hearts. It’s time to awaken those scripts from slumber and understand their importance in the daily life.

Next time I see my four-year old struggling with his phonics, I will remind myself not to succumb to frustration or to doubt his intelligence. Instead I will focus on developing his sense of care and love for people around him. From the garbage collector that comes every Tuesday, to the woman at the checkout counter in Walmart. I will instead worry about teaching him respect for young and the old in these early years, because what he learns now will stick with him for the rest of his life. When he wakes up from a nightmare, I will tell him to pray only to God because He listens to us and loves us the most. I have always feared power, dominance of other people. I don’t want my children to do the same. Only God is worthy of fear and submission, no one else is. In the coming years if my daughter comes home telling me how her class fellow bought a new cellphone, I will remind her of humility and simplicity. Humility can bend mountains. Money can’t. Next time I see a mother worrying about how her two-year old daughter isn’t much of a talker, I will reminder her to take it easy. To let her child discover everything on her own, in her right time. And even if she stumbles across and never becomes a fluent speaker, its all right. What’s more important is if she doesn’t hurt anyone with even the few words that she speaks.

I start small. I start today. That’s all I can promise for now.

“Do you know what you are?
You are a manuscript oƒ a divine letter.
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face.
This universe is not outside of you.
Look inside yourself;
everything that you want,
you are already that.”
Rumi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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11 thoughts on “On manmade standards and true measure of a person…

  1. A thought provoking article, and as usual well written. People have been gazing at heavens for centuries and trying to fathom out the true reason for our existence. In today’s age of reason and science, people are moving away from religion. The agnostics also don’t get it, except that perhaps BigBang was a freak incident in Cosmos. Holy Scriptures tell a different tale.But whosoever we are , we are intelligent beings, and social animals. All criterion of beauty, success and fame are subjective.Let’s live each day admiring the wonders of world all around us. There is so much to be thankful for each one of us.Our children are a miracle created by us.So let us love them, admire them and inculcate in them the awe and respect for nature.Help them to discover their strengths and weaknesses. Tell them to work hard, but good grades are not enough. Becoming humane is more important. Tell them how blessed they are and to be grateful for it.Encourage them to pursue their interests. Tell them to look for spirituality alongside material goods. Don’t berate them if they falter, support and encourage them. Make them appreciate the sciences and arts.Living is all about living well to your self-actualization. Finding a bit of Holy Spirit which resides within all of us.Respecting Morality and understanding Ethics and developing Empathy!

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  2. It’s so true, as you say, that we measure ourselves against the standards that are preset. It seems that this breeds ignorance and leaves little room for understanding or conpassion.
    Indeed, the only standard we should be measuring ourselves with is our previous selves, so that with effort we may improve and grow as people.

    Nicely written! 🙂

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  3. I love this, N. Nice use of the mirage as metaphor and you know, interestingly, your description of the ways people investigate and measure babies according to the yardstick sounded so very traditionally Korean. Koreans are a self-conscious, image-conscious lot. Great job unpacking how we go on to impose standards on our kids. I don’t know if you caught this. I think it might speak to you if you didn’t:

    http://holisticwayfarer.com/2013/10/28/greatness-part-5-praise-smarts-and-the-myth-of-self-esteem/

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