Call me crazy,
but I think we have lost the art of feeling shame.
And yes, I dare to call it an 'art' because in
'art's' truest definition, it makes us think and grow
and can serve to improve the condition of society.
When we 'slip up' (and we all do),
that bubbling-up sensation we feel in our chest;
the reddening and burning of the cheeks;
all happens to provoke the mind into fully considering
the consequences of one's actions, and stand sentinel should we ever consider repetition.
The reason I raise this is because during our wonderful weekend wedding
at The Shore, I noticed this:
It made me so sad.
So many rules and regulations.
And all because we can't be trusted to behave ourselves,
or in the case of misbehaviour, feel embarrased enough not to
repeat.
