I can still hear Mom saying, “You don’t have any common sense!”
And for that I’ve been forever grateful.
Not that she said it. But that I’ve truly had little (if any).
Common sense is defined as…sound practical judgment concerning everyday matters- the basic ability to perceive, understand, and judge shared by (“common to”) nearly all people.
‘Don’t make waves.’
‘Don’t rock the boat’
‘Do as you’re told’
…follow the herd.
To paraphrase George Bernard Shaw-
The reasonable (those with common sense) adapt to the world. The unreasonable persist in adapting the world to themselves.
All progress therefore depends on being…unreasonable.
Wanna make a difference?
Make a ruckus.