Not Perfect.
Sometimes we don’t realize that the world is not all about us, and that every single thing we do affects someone else. We love to blame our problems on other people, and pretend that we are perfect. We hardly take time to think about what we are doing wrong, and if we do, our analysis is usually superficial.
This weekend, I realized that my life’s greatest mysteries and biggest deceptions, were not anyone else’s faults, but my own. I lived a life full of pride. My pride manifested in my interactions with people, my beliefs about others, and the need to always feel on top of many. It wasn’t something I purposely did, but rather, the consequence of an unusual childhood of excess, but also of oppression. I let pride get in the way of my heart, and by doing so, pushed away someone that wasn’t just anyone to me.
