My daughter Jennifer, the mother of three girls, posted something interesting on her Facebook page this morning about “mean girls.” It’s well worth the read:
Like any good read, it got me thinking. And because I have always been fascinated with words and their “meanings,” I go to thinking about the meaning of “mean,” and came to a somewhat “startling” thought. I think we need to encourage our children to be “mean.”
Crazy? Not so if you follow me down the YBR.
While being “mean” as in mean-spirited, unkind, cruel, nasty etc. is wrong to the tenth power, being “mean” as in asserting who you are not as one of the huddled masses, but as an individual, your entire life is all about “meanness.”
Here’s what I “mean.”
– Say what you mean: be as polite as the situation and circumstance allows, but always say what you mean
– Mean what you say: If you’re going to say it, you better mean it.
– Find meaning in everything: You only go around once, so wring every ounce of meaning out of each and every moment.
– Mean something to someone: Love and be loved.
Want a deeper sense of meaning? Here are two great books:
And one of my favorite poems that is quite meaningful: Edgar Lee Masters’ “George Grey” from Spoon River Anthology
I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me —
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire —
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.