‘Tis said beware the ides of March. Caesar may have done well to take heed, but perhaps not. It’s only the 15th of the month by our calendar, and since time is but a human construct the date probably has no more significance than any other. It’s only a measure of how far our planet has traveled around its sun. We commemorate many days along that orbit, but maybe the days we should mark are the ones during which we diverged from groupthink and made our own decisions, or stood alone against the opposite tide of common opinion. The days we took a stand, no matter how unpopular. The days we did the right thing, even when ridiculed and scorned by family and friends. The days we stepped over an insect rather than crushing it to death, the days we reserved judgment of the less fortunate, the days when we risked our comfort to change the course of the status quo. We should beware the days we could not make such marks, the days we did not follow our conscience, the days we preferred to wait for perfection rather than make small changes. We should beware the days we could not admit we may be wrong, because those are the days that we are so rigid the dream of something better is shattered. Beware the ides of our own arrogance and rigidity, because that is what will surely kill us.
The Sound Hole 