"Me, Me, Me", - That's What Diary Is All About
Sun Oct 24 2004

Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.
(~William Shakespeare, “ As You Like It)”

I am a woman, a thinking woman, so I guess, it’s time to speak. I feel that I’ve been neglecting my DD past few days…It was not because I haven’t been thinking and therefore didn’t have anything to write, but rather opposite – I’ve been having all sort of thoughts: smart thoughts, crap thoughts, second thoughts and stupid thoughts, you name it…But the main thought was – were they worth to be thought of…[hmmmmm…that doesn’t sound right, right? ~shakes her head]

Well, actually, we’ve got an issue here: How to define worthiness of something? Or – even – someone?
I am guilty of depreciation of the worthiness of self. I intend to see myself to be the last one in line. I intend to think of me in grey colours. I intend to get rather sad every time, when this little quirk of mine gets in a way of me pursuing something really worth pursuing…
I can permit others much more of everything, then I can let myself. I've set up too high standards for self, but never measure others with them. I'm more kind to others then to self [ “me, me, me” - that’s “some” confession, eh?]
Well, for what it worth (?!) this is what was on my mind these days…And it didn’t make me feel good, which in turn upsets me even further…a circle of self-detraction…

But sometimes a simple words, understanding, but not imposing, seamlessly taking thoughts to flow in different direction can make the difference…And I hope, that I’m just a tiny little bit, but closer to that person I always want to be: Confident in Self. [~don’t we feel blessed, when a friend set aside their important things and let us have their time and shoulder and sympathy?!.]

Do Not Seek, For It Will Come
When Least Expected
Lao-Tzu

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