In a conversation the other night I recanted my limited
knowledge on dealing with “your equal”. Some love to view people as equals and
place them high upon that pedestal but do they truly belong there? Equals is a
term that may need to be better defined. As we take a hard look at ourselves in
all our glory and flaws what do you see? Many see what they want, a few see
what they hope to be and even less see that part of ourselves that others love.
So now that we sized our self up and accepted it, what do we do with it? Many
relationships are built on some form of dependence. I can honestly say that I
am grown and don’t need a mother, cook, maid or some spineless rug for me to
walk all over. As I say all too often, that
is not the skill set you are “applying for”.
In all this voyage of life sometimes we meet “ourselves in others” and
then it gets interesting. Finally a true equal who is worth the title but yet we
are at a loss of how to deal with this person. To many times it ends up in disastrous
train wreck but why? For me it goes back to that “hard look at one’s self”, did
you lie to yourself or misrepresent yourself? The great thing about “meeting
yourself” is that they will know. And herein lays the core issue, honesty. You
gotta be honest with you before you can be honest with others. People accept us
for our flaws and love us for our strengths and no one knows that better than
the equal that is before you. Accepting that you are the same and have all the
same thought process is another thing. Now the path of two can become one and
the steering of lives can be shared and celebrated. I don’t need to make all
the decisions and am happy to live with your choices for I am not intimidated
by the reflection of me that I have meet; I am only trying to survive me incarnate!
NO FEAR my ass, I am scared to death! For me I find this statement concerning. I have spent a large portion of my life in the service of others. Be it as a soldier, a security professional or a pseudo parent protection has been my life for longer than I care to remember. During my rough and tumble life I have been on both side of the coin, I have done good things for/too bad people and bad things for/too good people with ramifications that left scars all over my life. During my career I have seen great people and had the pleasure to speak candidly about some of the work they did. Across the board from all I spoken to, they all point to the standard definition of hero “one who does the job even though fear is paramount”. It is amazing that most never consider themselves hero’s just people doing the job as needed. In that I see and feel the same driving force: fear (like pain) reminds me I am alive and guides me. Fear makes me think, rethink, prepare, pack, unpack and repack. I vividly r
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