I’m not telling you anything when I say life is a series of battles we have with ourselves, interrupted by the battles we have with other people. Sometimes these battles with other folk can seriously interfere with the important stuff of life. Ok, let’s be honest, modern existence is so pressured and crowded that we hardly have any time to reflect on anything let alone ourselves .
If I had the definitive answer to life I would either be talking to you from a yacht moored off Goa or living in a cave somewhere in the mountains of a hot region: actually, I’m doing neither.However. one thing I do know is loving someone empowers them and doubting the same person eats at their confidence. This begins with ourself. How many times do we see someone doing a job which we can clearly see is well below their abilities. We are puzzled but the answer is that we see something in them that they don’t see themselves. Believing in ourselves is one of our primary goals, but few achieve it.
The lucky ones are those whose parents or support network believe in them without question. For the rest of us, we are left picking up the pieces from a fractured childhood or living off the scraps of appreciation we find within our flawed circumstances. I always think, that in some ways life is like the march of refugees. Amnesia means that we can’t quite remember what we are fleeing from and lack of vision clouds our destination. In this muddled and imperfect progress we look to each other to make the journey more bearable, or even rewarding.
Few will doubt this, but being the imperfect beings that we are, we fail to act on it in our everyday life. It seems easier to write someone off than spend your precious energy looking for the special and unique within in them. In truth, however, if we don’t make some difference to their sense of life then they will affect ours. All the short-term answers have some truth. “I’ve done my best”, “You can’t make a silk purse out of a sows ear” etc but the finale truth is the less light we shine on the world the darker it will be. In dealing with my problems, I try to approach them with dignity and an awareness of others. I am not always succesful
Talking of dignity, my partner read some health magazine this morning and , as a result, is sitting in the bath listening to her favourite music and covered in various life changing potions. I was rash enough to go in and ask if she had everything she needed. Smiling at me, she said she had egg on her face.! ( apparently some cleaning thing made with egg, sugar and honey). Anyway, she said she thought I needed some. I struggled desperately to avoid my fate but, sure enough. I really am sitting here with egg on my face. Now what kind of metaphor can that suggest
Good morning CD! What a vision I’ve conjured up!
And thank you for your wonderful thought provoking views!
Enjoy the facial… We all need to rid ourselves of the debris from time to time… Relax. Enjoy. Have a great weekend!
…we are left picking up the pieces from a fractured childhood or living off the scraps of appreciation we find within or flawed circumstances. –What a great line, Ducks! May I quote you?
BTW, you look pretty good with a little egg on your face.
Just shining a little light on you.
Hahaha … it sounds like a very good morning indeed. I love your writing. You inspire me to dig deeper in my writing and thinking. I rarely have the time in my writing these days. I’m lucky it I can beat anything out at all — so I will just have to go with the wonderful deep ponderings of my mind and be pithy and elequent in my thought life–while I sit out in the writing world with “egg on my face” after reading your brilliant words.
I really don’t think I stink Ducky — but I do love the beautiful way to coin a phrase. It makes me wanna push my writing harder.
**The way YOU coin** not to. haha. I need to go for that walk now.
I’ve had egg on my face more than once, yet curiously, I’ve never put it there.
You are so right about believing in ourselves. It’s a struggle but I’m getting better at it, I believe. As for the facial… ENJOY! Skin does not know gender, men need to take the same good care as women.
b
A big part of how we show up in the world is a direct result of how we think and feel about ourselves. We can all help to spread a little more light in the world
As for the egg facial…sounds just the ticket to me!
Egg on your face at least made you think up a great posting
As a “fractured” child myself, I did indeed identify with your take on this. Well thought out and expressed, ducks, as usual.
Ducky,
You Are Brilliant.
Literally & Figuratively. I LOooooooooooooooooVE your posts. Xx
i run courses on self confidence and of course, this all goes back to believing in oneself.
Now egg on the face, isn’t that another matter. Happened many times in my life but have never thought of putting it there myself. Enjoy your facial Peter.
I really liked this passage you wrote: “I always think, that in some ways life is like the march of refugees. Amnesia means that we can’t quite remember what we are fleeing from and lack of vision clouds our destination. In this muddled and imperfect progress we look to each other to make the journey more bearable, or even rewarding.”
That was really well put!
Lorraine
It says: I can get things wrong but someone loves me and helps me laugh at myself
Enjoy the facial!
This is a great post. Very thought provoking.
If one must endure egg on one’s face, let it be with some honey in a bathtub with one’s partner!
I wasn’t actually in the bath. I just wandered near it to bring her a cup tea and paid the consequences
Thanks for your kind words about my blog. I think the theme – Triton Lite – is what helps me with the lay-out. Have a great day! Lorraine
Aaaaah, counting ducks is back on top form I see!
I love that your post threw me deep into thoughts this morning. This “one thing I do know is loving someone empowers them and doubting the same person eats at their confidence. This begins with ourself.” resonated particularly with me. Thanks for the reminder, and hopefully, I am learning to…
I also loved this “I always think, that in some ways life is like the march of refugees. Amnesia means that we can’t quite remember what we are fleeing from and lack of vision clouds our destination. In this muddled and imperfect progress we look to each other to make the journey more bearable, or even rewarding.”. Somehow it also feels so true.
Thanks for your words, and I need to work on that vision…
xx