My assertive character is sometimes misunderstood. When I start asking questions on how things are done and why they are done in such manners, some find that intimidating. And I find myself explaining that when I ask questions, it only means I wanted to understand. I wanted to understand why mistakes at work happen so I can help correct it. I wanted to understand why one behaves like one has a PMS, because I wanted to know how I can be of help. I wanted to know why things can’t be done because I wanted to help how it can be done.
The problem with misunderstandings are not its reasons. It is often one’s reaction to it, and there is nothing wrong with you or me or any of us when we do. The different characters that comprises each and every individual in this planet is what makes this world colorful. If we are all alike, the world would bore us to death. But why is it that we find ourselves in conflict with others no matter how rightful we think we are? (Apart from me who is often delusional-that I am an angel! :D) Pride and too much of it. We think that we are in a better position to decide on how things should be done because we’ve done it over and over again in time. This creates a self-destruct bomb that leads to self-righteousness. When one is fed of fantasies that he/she is doing a great job, one would feel really bad when a mistake is pointed out because pride tells him/her you are right all the time.
I struggled with pride, too in some of my personal encounters. I always begged God to take it away because humility is a more easy companion than pride. I am hoping that one day I can master humility like when I smile to every person I see, and that one day it becomes a reflex.
The world with all of us, is happier. We feel and see otherwise because we choose to. Life has lots of options. Press the one that says “Happy”.
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