I realize that I often see people but do not like what I see. It is very clear to me that this discomfort is, in one way or to some degree, a reflection of the discomfort I have with myself.
I have a way of hating the inappropriate actions of others and the ignorance from which such actions arise. In my frustration I wonder, “What is their problem?” But, the wondering is from a place of self-righteousness- as if I know and do better with some amount of consistency and accuracy. But, my imperfection stares me in the face when I look in the mirror.
In the end, then, I have a way of disliking and being frustrated with, maybe even hating myself. Now, I’m wondering, what if every agitation, concern or worry is a chance to see a reflection of who I am in that moment? I’m not here, I don’t exist, to judge anyone. It’s is not my job or purpose of my existence to declare any truth about anyone’s life or way of thinking, acting and being. I’m only responsible for myself. I can only change myself, not without a certain amount of divine help. My obsession needs to be on how I can be my best at any given moment in time and continue growing as a more mature and socially responsible person for myself, my family and my community.
I am imperfect, but I am enough. It’s a process I choose to grow in and through.