Belittle: (v) to make someone or something seem unimportant.
Those who belittle be “littler” than them belittled.
More and more as I age, in a season when conversation is salted with pepper, I realize that the absence of legitimate talent causes us to attack contributors out of a fear that we, ourselves, are nothing.
Even when I find myself being cynical, I realize it’s because I am jealous of those who have received attention, while my efforts have been relegated to the position of backstage storage.
We belittle because we be “littler.”
That’s the truth of the matter.
There isn’t a great idea ever hatched in the mind of a mortal that has not been forced to endure the ridicule of the ignorant.
It is why we suffer from a dearth of inspiration.
It’s not because the inspiration is unavailable. Those inspired lack the emotional armor to survive the gauntlet of the unrighteous condemners.
It is too bad that goodness is plagued by sensitivity–because for it to gain voice, it needs to escape temporary damnation.
I swear to myself that I will never belittle again. And then, because of my insecurity, I attack in order to protect my ego.
When it’s over, I feel bad.
But unfortunately, the moment has passed, and the chance to embrace beauty has been scared away … by my beast.