Get attention. Shout. Proclaim. Announce it, however you do it.
We clamor, compete, kill for attention. We roar at every opportunity.
We roar on social media, in our emails, on our cell phones, our laptops. We roar in person, with expressions, with words, with writing. We roar with an eye roll, a wink, a frown, a smile, a scowl. We roar with marketing, with billboards, with ads ads ads.
We roar quietly, in our souls – and loudly, in our souls. We roar with anger, with joy, with pride, with embarrassment. With fortitude and strength and weakness and faltering faith. We roar with understanding and comprehension and confusion and mixed-up messages.
To roar is to pronounce. And as I close my eyes, I wonder sometimes if what I’ve roared was really worth that roar. Was it worth all that power, all that echoing, all that shouting? Might it have been better whispered, better just stated, better just nudged?
Roar when we must. Boldly roar when those listening must hear it. But to roar is a privilege, I have to remind myself. To roar is a privilege, one best not wasted. I have to remind myself to listen and reflect and ask questions, questions, questions. I don’t always have the answers.
And not every answer is worth roaring.