There were a bunch of titles that I considered for this article. “Feet are awesome,” “The root of the problem,” and others. But I stuck with the above mainly because it was biblical. And even if the context of it isn’t talking exactly about my subject… it is in principle. At least I believe so.
I have always taken great pride in making my feet tough and strong and capable. I would run barefoot on sharp gravel and through the woods and climb trees barefoot to strengthen them up… so I could do all those things all over again. I used them almost like hands as far as picking things up goes, and just as much as hands when climbing trees.
I was even able to navigate blackberry patches in bare feet. And that is quite the challenge, let me tell you.
I loved my feet. And I still do. They’ve been through a lot with me, and I trust ’em to take care of themselves (for the most part anyway). They are very capable appendages.
I can tell a lot about a person from their feet. A person will take great pains, often enough, to take care of their face and watch its expressions and appearance. They know it is their ambassador, like their clothes. Some people know that their hands also represent themselves (mostly people who’ve read Sherlock Holmes, I’d imagine), and take care of them as well, to make them show what they want to show.
Besides, feet were created originally to be beautiful, just like the rest of our body. And I always saw them as such.
So imagine my surprise when I discovered that not everyone likes feet! They think they are disgusting and devoid of beauty or practicality other than for walking on here and there, and even then they are despised for carrying out this noble task. How terrible.
But these same people like hands… and eyes… and mouths…. And all those are just as messy, often as not! So… why?
Two big words, but let me break that down. Arbitrary means without external reason or control. Ungoverned. In this context, I am using it to refer to a decision made with no valid or weighty reasoning behind it. A preference is another kind of choice, a choice between two things, one of which you choose to like more than the other. Normally a preference is made based off of reason (or it should be). As in, you prefer one college over another, because it is cheaper and provides better schooling.
The problem is when you make an arbitrary preference. A preference that dictates that you do not like something as much as another for no reason at all. I am not talking about having two options with equal merit and choosing one — no, that is something else. I am talking about choosing one thing over another with no reasons considered for either, or even without looking at them!
A favorite color. Honestly, I don’t have a favorite color in the traditional sense, because every single color has its specific place in creation with its own unique role. They are different, and they affect me differently, but I do not set one up over another in its own right as far as esthetics go.
However, if you ask me what my favorite color is, I will say it is green. Why? Because I took several things into consideration to make that decision. I looked at what the color green means to me, and discovered that it meshes beautifully with my life passions and principles. And so, green is my favorite because it reminds me, more than other colors, of what is really important to me.
As for favorite foods, I have none at all, no matter which way you look at it. I enjoy each food placed before me in its own right, and do not arbitrarily decide to dislike something. And I definitely don’t choose to dislike a food I haven’t tried. I will make health and quality distinctions (such as, I don’t eat refined sugar or flour and things like that, and I don’t eat shellfish), but those are informed choices, not arbitrary preferences.
Why did I make this decision (and it is a decision)?
Because I realized long ago that in choosing to dislike something, I am choosing to reject something for which I could have been grateful. I am choosing to insert into my life a dose of unhappiness. What do I mean by unhappiness? A lack of things happening to me that I like. (Quite different from joy, but that is another article.) If I choose to like as much as I can, I am more happy. Which is good.
And if you look at it that way… making an arbitrary preference would mean I would be rejecting a blessing from God. And that is not something I want. I want everything He will give me!
That is why I started this post off about feet. Feet are a blessing from God, for which I am thankful. And I want to encourage you all to take them as an example of the infinite multitude of things that are often overlooked in God’s abundant blessings to us. And then, maybe, to remember to choose to like things, just because God gave them to you.