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!
I was talking with a friend this weekend and the thought lite went off. We were both venting about our jobs and how nice the weekend is until Sunday when the dread of Monday sets in. WTF? From Eat Pray Love , “I built this life and was involved in it” but how has it became this drone existence. Every song on radio praises the weekend and despises the work week and SO DO WE ALL!!!! How sad this is that we live for 100 days out of 365 in our year around the sun. This has been on my mind for a while and everyone I speak to seems to have the same story. We work and live for the weekend but what kind of living is that? I know better than most that work is a four letter word which I must do but I want it to be a happy part of my life not merely a necessity. I chose this career over one I love for money and it is taking its toll. I have molded myself into a corporate drone who sits in traffic, gets the Monday blues on Sunday and has little life during the week. Yes, I am not living; I am s...
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