A few days ago, I wrote this:
We cannot see what is not revealed to us - not the pain, heartache, or sometimes horrors others are going through. Too bad we often have to let years of judgment of others pass before we know the truth and rejoice in their healing, or mourn when they succumb.
We only see the public persona of any one we meet. Our spouses and closest friends and family probably know us best, but the truth is, even they see the person we want them to see. Our true selves are not maliciously withheld from our loved ones; actually, they're not even consciously withheld - it's a normal social reaction. I do not tell my family and friends what I always really think - and I'm not telling it here, either! But in realizing I have my outer self and my inner self, I have also discovered that the outer selves of others is not always the best measure of the person I should know. Not that I want to know the inner or private person, but just that I should not judge the outer person without some conscious thought.
So, when I haven't heard from a friend for a while, or I can't get the attention of my family, I feel like I'm being ignored - until I realize my friend has been busy with their own commitments and my family are busy with their friends and studies. And when I can't seem to get my own writing done, or something figured out at work, I am frustrated until I remember that I'm not the only one working.
Is this just me working through that self-centered person I try to keep tied up and stuffed in a box? Probably. But maybe if I reveal enough, others might find they agree with these observations.
Until I write again, I hope this finds you blessed.
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