Who gets to decide?
You or me?
I roll out of bed in the morning and begin to assimilate the events of my day and a certain emotional clog comes into my thinking.
Are these my real feelings?
Am I in a bad mood? (Of course, I am human, and therefore almost completely unwilling to admit that I’m in a bad mood.) I will relent that your obtuse actions may have put me in a bad mood. But what if I showed up that way?
What if some unremembered dream made me grouchy toward my circumstances and I woke up with a log lodged in my eye? My vision unclear, I still peer for your speck.
- When am I being needfully concerned for your well-being, and when is it just asperity in my personality that reflects an inner turmoil?
- Can I trust my feelings?
- Can I believe the press release sent out daily from my brain?
- Or should I question the powers-that-be within me because they are susceptible to the least little bit of disruption?
- What is real and what is just feel?
- Is it possible that I can damage others just simply because I’ve failed to fill in my own potholes?
I no longer believe that being a complainer or disgruntled is just a part of adult living. I will not sit around with other aging mortals and gossip about the lives of those who are younger just because I feel that maturity grants me license to bitch.
There is only one acceptable profile for human beings: humility.
If I’m going to have an opinion, I need to realize it can be wrong.
If I’m going to have faith in God, I must understand that He or She could be different from my perception.
And if I’m going to deal with others, I must concede that they have ideas, feelings, convictions and talents which could enhance our situation.
Asperity is not a logical or useful choice.
It is the foolish notion that just simply because we have emotions … that they are true.
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