(Written on 01/23/12 )
I am worthy of the best the world has to offer me.
Where do my judgments about myself come from? They certainly do not all come from me. Why is that? Should it be that way?
What is the difference between being conceited and loving yourself? Is there a difference? How can you love yourself completely and still have a reverence for others? Is conceited-ness just a way of covering up insecurity?
Maybe the difference between loving yourself and being essentially narcissistic is that in the latter state of mind, you mask imperfections as if they are not there. This is naive. To pretend about yourself is to be insecure. Loving yourself accepts imperfections as part of you, who is perfect for who you are and what you are. SO it is different. I am complete and perfect.
I am capturing the world around me because I know how I see things.
I am complete and perfect.
I feel incomplete. I feel that everyone is. I feel that flaws are missing puzzle pieces. I don't think I should feel this way.
I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I was thinking about stuff, and I didn't get to finish it. I didn't change anything from when I first wrote it... Just thought it might be cool to share!
I am worthy of the best the world has to offer me.
Where do my judgments about myself come from? They certainly do not all come from me. Why is that? Should it be that way?
What is the difference between being conceited and loving yourself? Is there a difference? How can you love yourself completely and still have a reverence for others? Is conceited-ness just a way of covering up insecurity?
Maybe the difference between loving yourself and being essentially narcissistic is that in the latter state of mind, you mask imperfections as if they are not there. This is naive. To pretend about yourself is to be insecure. Loving yourself accepts imperfections as part of you, who is perfect for who you are and what you are. SO it is different. I am complete and perfect.
I am capturing the world around me because I know how I see things.
I am complete and perfect.
I feel incomplete. I feel that everyone is. I feel that flaws are missing puzzle pieces. I don't think I should feel this way.
I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I was thinking about stuff, and I didn't get to finish it. I didn't change anything from when I first wrote it... Just thought it might be cool to share!
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