I went somewhere and got pretty critical-- well, in the privacy of my own mind. I'm pretty sure no one noticed, except for me. I noticed the very thing I was abhorring was the very thing I struggle with at times-- pride. I hate seeing it in others because guess what? I've got plenty of it right here.
Pride makes men fall and rise and fall. It is a sick, weird, twisted cycle. Maybe it's different versions of it that are confusing not just me, but a whole generation of people. We love who we are, where we are from, our independence, our freedom, our own ideals and philosophies, and our very own, truly yours, selves.
We love sharing our wisdom and making a mark in the world... except for that part where we have made complete asses out of ourselves. We don't hear what everyone else hears when they listen, mainly because we don't listen to ourselves talk. Next time you hear someone talk and preach, and you just want to gag, remember that's you.
There is nothing further from the truth than your little condemning self looking back at you, except in the face of someone else. So, now you know! Next time when you abhor that conversation, and when you detest that attitude, take your finger and point it right back at yourself. Until you fix you, everyone will seem to be broken to you in EVERY way.
Don't worry though. It's not just you. Everyone of us is in the same boat, we're just so self-involved with our heads up in our asses that we haven't had a chance to look up and figure it out. Once you get your head out of that butt of yours, you "can see clearly now...."
Well, I have got to sleep. Goodnight. :)
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