We love to break things.
It’s why as children we bust up the newly formed sand castle, the neatly lined toys, and the recently created block structure. It’s why as adults we watch with amazement as a building is torn down, gawk with little or no shame at an accident, and get hooked into action films regardless if we like them or not.
We love to break people.
It’s why as children we push the buttons of our friends and parents, stare with wonder at the crying baby, and laugh at the cartoon images of mayhem. It’s why as adults we root for the top athletes to fail, the incumbents to lose, and the punishment to elicit tears.
We love to break because at our very core is selfishness.
A system isn’t good enough because I can do it better. A creation isn’t good enough because I can make it better. A thought isn’t good enough because I can do it better. A person isn’t good enough because I can make them better.
We love to break because we desire renewal. And, while renewal isn’t inherently bad, let’s just remember that breaking isn’t the answer, new isn’t necessarily better, and your way isn’t always best.
But God breaking us, now that’s good!
Oh, dear, this is disturbing. I just can’t buy it. Perhaps some people like to break people? I just don’t believe selfishness is the core of most people, nor is the desire to hurt, to break. I’m a little more allowing, well a lot more allowing. Maybe actions inadvertently cause hurt, but, geez, intentional? Seems so pessimistic. When I think of the people in my life who are good to me — and I have many — I see genuine love and care and concern, not them looking out for themselves. In fact, they truly give of themselves. Maybe there’s some self-reward in that, but that’s Okay. Gotta disagree with you on this one, Tom!