Oh the magical chocolate bunnies. Every Easter a chocolate bunny would take residence, sitting regally in the middle of my basket, with little eyes made of a pure sugar. Immediately I would take a big bite usually of the ears since that was the part that stuck out and was most easily consumed.
In a flash he was gone, a fleeting but delicious memory was all that remained.
It is a wonderful recollection, one that remained perfect until quite recently.
That was until a “friend” on Facebook posted that she only ate solid bunnies. No wonder the moment of joy was so fleeting, my bunnies lacked substance. All those years believing my bunnies were perfect. I had been cheated by the facade of perfection.
From the outside all bunnies look the same but inside is where the difference lies.
Thank Goodness for social media!
It is really good at bursting illusions. We now see with glaring insight the truth about everything. Not only hollow bunnies but movie stars, politicians, church leaders. All of our innocent beliefs and wonderful memories altered with a single comment.
We all want to imagine that what we believe is true.
Times have changed. With more than half the world’s population involved in social media we now have the ability to receive information instantly, record every misstep and receive glaring visible proof in an instant. It becomes harder to believe.
In a single Google search we can get the truth as only Google knows it and become the judge and jury of those we believed to be perfect.
I realized during my bout of depression over my bunny, that the problem extends much further in my life than I thought. I am in serious trouble, I want to believe in goodness and perfection and I stubbornly refuse to give in. I must admit that my track record is not good lately. I have defended one facade after another, each appearing to be something they were not.
It is hard for me to believe that people are hollow; liars, cheats and philanderers. Instead of becoming consciously mindful that humans have strengths and weaknesses I have somehow become shocked by the realization of their hollowness.
I wonder if those we assumed to be solid would hold up to the scrutiny of today’s harsh media coverage? Martin Luther King, Mother Theresa, Dali Lama and Gandhi all lived in a time when you couldn’t Google them to learn the latest gossip. You had to rely on reading about them or seeing glimpses of them doing wonderful things to change the world.
So are the days of believing over? Shall we assume that all bunnies are hollow from now on and remain woefully disappointed rather than risk believing?
Maybe the answer is to stop jumping to conclusions either way and decide on a one by one basis looking at the entirety, before judging whether it be a person or a chocolate bunny. Maybe accepting that we are all fragile in places and times in our lives is acceptable and it is not the moment of weakness but the quality of who we are as a whole and the good works that we provide over the course of a lifetime or the joy we bring that really is the measure of our quality.
Those words fragile and human have created some of the most amazing people. You must have this mix of kindness, empathy and be fragile while at the very same time be strong to work tirelessly and selflessly on behalf others.
How sad is it that we now need to add the words perfect and tough because to withstand the harsh glare of a world watching your every move twenty four hours a day you must also be tough, thick skinned and make no mistakes.
Have we missed out on the next Gandhi or Martin Luther King and the extraordinary change they brought to the world simply because we cannot move past the news filled with salacious gossip and false vision of perfection? Should we refuse to judge the entirety of a person on one piece of their frailty instead taking the whole, instead of the pieces.
The harsh reality is that to find the truth they must be broken open. There is simply no way to see inside and receive proof of what lies within. But once broken there is no way to go back. Broken is not magical and broken is not perfect.
This year as I bit into the ears of my delicious chocolate bunny I realized that nothing has changed. I have a choice to turn off the social media switch and remain blissfully ignorant or continue to engage and face the truth that nothing is perfect.
The choice was clear, eat the bunny and enjoy it all the while continuing to believe that chocolate bunnies with little sugar eyes are amazing and that most people though not perfect can still be amazing too.
Blessings for an amazing Easter filled with love and chocolate!