Remember the story of the Emperor's New Clothes? If you need a refresher, the Emperor struts his royal stuff in a parade, naked as a jay bird. He has been told that he was wearing such exquisite clothing, that only a well trained, refined eye could see it. The tailors, or scoundrels rather, had him fooled and because he was so wrapped up in couture rather than the matters important to his land, he made a complete ass of himself. Literally.
I wondered if we were not like the Emperor until the recession hit. We were striving in our jobs and personal life and maybe some of us got wrapped up in matters that weren't all that important. I know I have been humbled, in a refreshing way during this weird time in my life. Just like the child in the story shouted out with an honest cry, “The Emperor is naked!” I think I have looked at my own life and cut the crap a little. The child could care less about keeping up with the elite and his innocence kept him honest. Maybe this time is for us to quiet down a bit and reflect on what the heck we are doing with our lives and what we find most important. I don't know about you but I don't ever want to get so off track that I end up jumping at the idea of walking down the street naked. I'm just saying.
Part 6: The Clouds Begin To Part
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