I am trying to find ways not to be so negative. I am trying, but I am failing. See, the more I peel back the layers of my worldview, the more I see a world that is very different from the happy space I love to live in. Moreover, the reality –the really real world– is a place where I am responsible for a great deal of hurt, stagnation, and failure.
I am not being specific, but I am not being evasive or coy. The fact is I have learned that there are people in the world who are just flat out bad humans. There are selfish people who I’ve invited into my life and now, no matter what life changes occur, they remained linked to me.
There are people whose lives are forever changed because they met me. These changes aren’t good or healthy or safe. I don’t know that I am worth those changes. This isn’t to say that I have no value, for I believe I do have value to myself. This is to say that my value might not always outweigh the road traveled. In truth I am the bumpy, painful, road that leads nowhere anyone planned to go.
That got dark quickly.