Cull: (v) to choose, select, pick
Unfortunately, I find myself refraining from using certain words because if I do, people think I’ve mispronounced some other word. For instance, I’ve used the word “cull,” and someone asked me if I meant to say “call.”
That said (and since we have the benefit of Mr. Webster legitimizing my pronunciation today) I realize that my life is all about learning how to cull the best from what is sent my way.
It doesn’t matter what it is.
The best of the American experience, politically speaking, is “all men are created equal.” It’s what keeps this country from looking like a dirty truck stop and instead, fueling the nation.
When I was younger, I culled the best of tennis for exercise, trying to quell (another one of those words) my competitive spirit.
I cull the best of religion, which is simply “love your neighbor as yourself.”
I cull the pinnacle for business: “the customer is always right.”
So what culls the brighter spots of fatherhood? Knowing that your children are safe, independent, solvent and none of them are on the “no fly list.”
I cull the best of being a man simply by becoming a human.
I cull the best of intelligence by learning enough to be helpful.
I cull the best of cooking by making tasty food quickly.
I cull the best of our time. Unfortunately, it seems that we are two nations. It is my responsibility to cull what unites us.
What do I cull and what do I discard?
Without this I find myself accumulating instead of actually progressing.