Letters from the Depths of Solitude (The Fourteenth)
It’ve been difficult several hours of my life; and I did not receive help although I asked for it directly.
In an attempt to be manganimous I recalled that I was not always there for my friends when they needed me, although I tried.
Still, it’s amazing that if I could share a win (perhaps I should be grateful for that at least, although the win signals way too often that it’s time to complain and mar my victory with whining), I absolutely could not share a single failure.
It’s easy to judge. It’s more difficult to understand. Understanding requires compassion, patience, and a willingness to believe that good hearts sometimes choose poor methods. Through judging, we separate. Through understanding, we grow.
Despite what you may believe, you can disappoint people and still be good enough. You can make mistakes and still be capable and talented. You can let people down and still be worthwhile and deserving of love. Everyone has disappointed someone they care about. Everyone messes up, lets people down, and makes mistakes. Not because we’re inadequate or fundamentally inept, but because we’re imperfect and fundamentally human. Expecting anything different is setting yourself up for failure.