Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
this time we want
Allowing myself to be caught up in the political fervor in the US, I find a speech that resonates within me even though I am not there.
"This time we want to talk about the men and women of every color and creed who serve together, and fight together, and bleed together under the same proud flag."
Senator Obama's speech spoke of looking and working forward for the future; what has happened in the past, let's take it, understand it, and move forward - together.
It struck a chord, because of the state of affairs I perceive in an organization that I closely associate myself with. Despite the fact that everyone is united together through some core beliefs, division and discontentment is strife within the ranks. Call it a mismatch of management styles or perhaps a difference in generation, what exists remains as a fact, and it must be solved.
The hurdle that precedes everything comes from both sides, the disgruntled and the oblivious. Some of disgruntled stand up and speak up. Before their voice can stir the crowd into a frenzy, they are shot down by their fellow grunts. In such a light, few dare to even broach the issue in places where they can be overheard. Once in a while, someone stands up and raises his voice, gaining the attention of a few grunts. But before he knows it, the footstool that served as his platform was taken away by the oblivious.
The oblivious call for forgiveness and reconciliation; they choose a few they can manage and do what needs to be done. The rest is up to the disgruntled to accept the humbled speech of their leader. Perhaps some issues were solved, but they remain oblivious to the cause of those problems, themselves. A second call for forgiveness is made. This time, perhaps even wondering why they have to put up with such a difficult bunch of disgruntled people. "We have to love them", they tell themselves, once again oblivious to the source of the angst.
How I wish I can serve together, fight together and bleed together; even till the point of death, under the same proud flag.
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