Know Thyself.

Do you know yourself?  Do you think you know yourself but really you have no f*#&g clue?

I know who I am.  I am not perfect.  I make mistakes. I am flawed.  I own those mistakes and imperfections. They make me who I am.  I am vulnerable.

I know who I am.  I am confident but I know my limitations.  I am far more confident than some might give me credit for; but they don’t know the real me.  They don’t know how much I sacrificed and for how long to be the person I am today.

I know who I am.  I am not confrontational; I avoid it like the plague.  I will hold disappointment inside for years because it’s just easier to deal with than openly revealing a lie.

I know who I am.

I shed my ego a long, long time ago.

And I’ve been free ever since.

One Question

Litmus, Litmus on the Wall

If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?


At first this seems pretty straight forward, right?  I thought so too, which is why I decided to give it a shot.  But it’s actually a lot harder than I thought.  What would the question be? I’ve learned so much about friendship in the last few years; I’ve learned that you can’t will someone to be happy for you, to want to spend time with you. You can’t expect someone to do for you what you’d do for them. I’ve learned that you need to actually communicate with someone face to face to really know them.  I’ve learned that if you can’t be honest with yourself, you can’t expect others to be honest with you.

So, what would my one question be?

It would be this:  “Can you let go of your ego if you had to?”

And the right answer would be: “What ego?”