I thought to begin writing about what I value, then I thought to begin writing about what I despise. These are obviously related, two sides of one face.
I value simplicty and truth, consistency and honesty, authenticity and internal-consistency.
I abhor hypocrisy.
Truth be told I can forgive a great deal as long as it is gone about fully, and with earnestness in the heart. I hear news about the atrocities of the Cartels and while I don’t condone it, obviously, I at least understand that that’s well within their wheelhouse. It makes sense. It tracks.
Folks love to project; we see what’s lacking or flawed in ourselves and hate it, and we project that hate outwards at those same things in the world. It’s bizarre and sad and transparent.
I value simplicty and truth, consistency and honesty, authenticity and internal-consistency.
I abhor hypocrisy.
Truth be told I can forgive a great deal as long as it is gone about fully, and with earnestness in the heart. I hear news about the atrocities of the Cartels and while I don’t condone it, obviously, I at least understand that that’s well within their wheelhouse. It makes sense. It tracks.
Folks love to project; we see what’s lacking or flawed in ourselves and hate it, and we project that hate outwards at those same things in the world. It’s bizarre and sad and transparent.
I do it too, I’m not perfect, c’mon.
But I aspire.
I hate the inconsistencies in myself and I’m realizing that this might be why forigveness is so important. It’s good to be forgiven for what we’ve done, and to forgive ourselves, it’s good for reasons outside of itself, but it’s good too because when we don’t torture ourselves for what we’ve done, we don’t hold it against ourselves, project, and behave in crooked, asymetric hypocrisy.
There’s not much to lifting rocks,
There aren’t multiple layers.
They’re just heavy.
If you can lift them, you’re doing it right, you can’t be dishonest while lifting a rock. Simple as.