a reminder
It always takes someone who loves you to tell you how flawed you really are - after all, if they don't, no one else will. In a sense.
Take my parents as an example. That's why they nag but I know it's for my own good.
Doesn't stop me from making the same mistake though. I don't try hard enough? I don't care enough? Whatever the reason is, doesn't make me any less guilty.
Might offend some, I'm sure - I don't know. But I do think that if I sin, no matter how big, or how small, or how many gazillion entries I've got against me in my little black book, I should be the one paying the price. I guess life is unfair like that. You screw up, someone usually takes the hit for the worse. And you either continue not realizing what you've done or having to bear the consequences of what you've done knowing that you can't rewind time. It could be either, it could be both.
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I like how I pretend to be perfect. So if you see me screw up, consider yourself a cut above the rest. I guess it's a direct relationship between the gravity/frequency of my screwups and how close I am to a person. And I consider even the smallest things as a screwup. I allocate *very* (and I mean very very very) little room for error when it comes to myself.
Forgive me for stating the obvious, but it hurts when it happens. Then again, the best medicine is always the most bitter to swallow, after all.
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Oops, is that another condemning red remark I spot in my little black book?
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In a different light - a completely different one - I "don't" understand? Please, don't 'sell' it - it's a decision.
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I believe in the teachings, and the lessons learned in life. Maybe I should believe in philosophy, not religion, eh?
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People I've met teach me plenty of stuff - I love to learn all about them. It's like reading different books each time - or like observing the detailing of a painting, listening to a piece of musical miracle.. you get the drift. I appreciate it, and I look at everything. The good, the bad, the ugly - it's all there. No such thing as a 'perfect' piece of *anything*. Ever.
