We are taught from a very early age to share...to not be selfish. As children, we have to let our sibling or friend play with our favorite toy, or split whatever snack or candy we may have, if our neighbor has none. We are supposed to be unselfish.
Why aren't we??
As we get older, we forget the basic rules of selfishness. We put our own wants/needs/desires/thoughts/feelings/beliefs before those of others. I have been guilty of it. Thinking that it's all about me. I was so wrong!
Parenting is a great way to keep you selfless. The needs of the little people in your life, always seem to come before yours. When it comes to relationships, however, the selflessness is a little harder to come by.
It's difficult when you are on the receiving end of selfishness. Makes you feel less than... unworthy. I suppose you (and this is a generalized "you") shouldn't find your worth from other people, but that is, often times, easier said than done. I digress...that is a subject for an entirely different post.
Bottom line is this: selfishness sucks! Whether you are on the giving or the receiving end of it, it just plain ol', as my Daddy would say, "blows dead pigs"!!
If you are selfish, get over yourself...it's NOT all about you. There I said it!!
Put others before myself and surround myself with people that do the same? Don't mind if I do...
I love coffee...I mean, I really, REALLY love it! It is this love of coffee that prompted a brief exchange between my friend and myself, the other day.
"What kind of coffee would you be?"
Hmmmm...great question. It really got me to thinking.
What kind of coffee am I? My first thought was "sad with an extra shot of wounded"? Or, "pitiful with room for bitter"? Yuck...don't like those!! I want to be "fun, cut the drama" or "happy with a side of friendship".
Thank you, MGA, for making me realize the coffee of life I want to have.
Remember when you were a kid, and your mom told you not to touch the stove because it was hot? Some of us, accidently, or for those of you REALLY stubborn, on purpose, touched it anyway. It was hot. It hurt. I doubt anyone, even the most stubborn, touched it again. Hopefully, you learned your lesson.
Why don't we do that as adults?
When something hurts us or isn't good for us, why do we go back for more? We may even have someone in our lives telling us, "don't do that, it will hurt you" or "don't do it again...it hurts you!", yet, we inevitably go back for more. Why do we continue to put our raw, bloody, wounded hand on the stove?
This is for my shadow...let's stop "touching the stove", my friend!!! <3
