I often find other’s personality traits interesting, but my own confusing. I like the quirkiness we all bring to life, and I accept people for who they are. Our traits make life interesting. They bring comedy and tragedy (think Greek theater, here) to life.
But in myself, I think, “why did I do, think, or say, that?” I recognize the long pole in my hindside. Aren’t we often hardest on ourselves? It’s that hardness that helps us grow, because we recognize who we truly are. And we can’t change until we know who we truly are.
I feel sorry for those who don’t have a sense of humor, or who feel some need to stiffen up when they are around people they don’t like. We all know the person who thinks “if I don’t laugh, it will discourage them from being that way“. And how many times do we realize that we are that guy?
What I am getting at, is that we all need to learn to let go more. Be you and find your crew. Live, laugh, and love.
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