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What Shall We Do?


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!

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