Speculation. Gossip. Rumour.
He said he would do this. She said he would do that. He said that he heard that she would be doing this. She said that she saw them going to get this. He got a tip from his friend that they were seen doing that. She got a text from her cousin asking if they were aware that they were doing the other.
Of course some of us say we are not interested in that. We’re above all that. It does not interest us in the slightest. Until someone hits the key to getting some juicy info on a person of interest. Then the fires run wild in suggestions and opinions all without a basis in fact, in truth, in love or in humility. Indeed were any of those the foundation for the conversation, it would go in a very different direction.
When life is taking place in a different place the perspective is far more relaxed and purposeful. Relaxed because no energy is consumed in the fuss and palaver of stirring the pot of speculation, gossip and rumour. Not only that, whenever the pot is brought anywhere near, there is more of a stench than an alluring aroma. The stench reminds you of where you find that sweet smell – the sweet smell of living life in the purpose that matters. Taking in the perfume of purpose keeps the focus – keeping your nose on the scent that makes sense.
It is understandable that other things will attempt to draw you from it into pointless conversations and witterings. That is understandable because there are entire industries set up on that preoccupation. Nothing, however, shows how pointless that pursuit that is than to consider what is true, what is noble, what is right or pure or excellent or admirable or praiseworthy.
Taken up with that and there’s no room for any of the speculation, gossip and rumour – the vapour of pointless speech.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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