The trouble with our insecurities
Is that we mix them in with everything we do.
And almost every activity we engage in starts meaning more
Than what it needs to:
Another person’s success is not an occasion for celebration and appreciation,
But an opportunity to look at your own life and wonder what the
Hell is wrong with you.
Mistakes are not just mistakes;
When they are mixed with insecutiry
They are ‘proof’ that our worst fears about ourselves
Are actually true.
Every negative word or comment
Is like the DJ’s favorite track:
Pumped up and on repeat.
Compliments don’t even find a landing place
But rather they bounce off your shoulder
Like tennis balls.
Our insecutities spoil the taste of even good things
Can make us cynical and bitter,
Reluctant to give
Unwilling to grow.
The only way out is to deal with them head on
And stop mixing.
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Ngeke bra, how hasn’t all that wisdom rubbed off on me…thank you so much for sharing, best thing I’ve read in a good while, thank you!!
Thasnks Wonder, really appreciate the support! Yeah sure you cn share this. 🙂
…Can I share this on my blog? promise to clearly reference lol
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From Mufudzi to you…