Blink: (v) to shut and open the eyes quickly.
“Don’t blink or you’ll miss it!”
The standard comedic line to describe a tiny town with only one stoplight. By now, the joke has been worn out, but obviously, the inner-office memo has not reached every outpost.
It’s amazing: a practice which is essential to our well-being and extremely frequent–that of blinking–is considered to be a sign of weakness, lack of attention or cowardice.
“Don’t be the first to blink!”
So I would like to step in and say, “I blink.”
Yes, there are things that shock me.
I do not want to become so worldly and road-weary that I pretend that my cynicism has freed me from the instinct to blink.
I do blink:
- I’m still appalled at lying.
- I find pornography to be a safari into a human zoo.
- Hearing profanity in public makes me wince along with my blink.
I’m not a prude, but I’m not proud of exaggerating my level of tolerance.
I like gentleness, I like kindness and I blink when I see people abuse each other or curse at one another because the traffic light turned green and no one moved.
I think to be alive, caring and willing to embrace humankind, the natural blinking that the eyes perform numerous times in a minute … should also be duplicated in our souls.
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