It was snowing. It was dark and I was preparing to go to a job I should be glad I have on a Sunday morning. Of all the voices in the world, the loudest and most insidious is my inner voice. I’ve been trying too hard and slowly stripped the joy right out of my life. When you have failed as often as I have, and made numerous mistakes, it’s easy to be self-critical. I know life is about discovery but I was still sad until I wrote this and got it out.
I forgot that everybody has to do their own growing no matter what I went through. My opinions are not fact to anyone but me. It doesn’t come with age either. I have met and still meet idiots. Most are happier than I am. I have no right to change that or suggest they change their worldviews.
I also realize now that its ok if the person asking for money doesn’t realize their troubles isn’t the lack of money but a poverty mindset. I realized that some people like working for others. Some don’t like to work at all. Some enjoy reality shows. You can watch what you want. I am not going to say anything. I realize that television programming that I don’t agree with is not programming me. My mind is a computer. Junk in equals junk out. Some enjoy watching sports above all else. I have other things. Some enjoy getting wasted on drugs and alcohol. Some enjoy having babies. I also realize that the man that wants to marry a stripper with four kids, and high debt has more problems than listening to me. Some like to blame others for their misery. Most are happy where they are in spite of what they say. I am going to have to accept that. Some like to eat and are prone to obesity. I can’t change that. Some think that they are god. Some don’t believe in God. Everything is a choice and I have to roll with it.
Life teaches you things. It shows you what works and what doesn’t. You would think that with all the things we have in common, that it would be easy to pass on information based on experiences but no one cares enough to change. And most of the time, the person you are trying to help doesn’t want your “opinion.”
Today I realize the only person who cares what I think is me. I’m better now than when I got up this morning. Going to try to be more respectful and less critical.
The Serenity Prayer by Reinhold Neibuhr hits home.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
that I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
forever in the next.
Rev. Kenn Blanchard is a professional speaker, writer, podcaster, and digital influencer. Follow him on Twitter, Facebook He is the force behind BlackManWithAGun.com, founder of Blanchard.Media and the SpeaklifeChurch.net