Accepting My Imperfections
How I (tried to) perceived myself positively. This is written for my project of 30 days writing to write anything interesting. This is written to let out the pent up emotion and help myself forgiving thoroughly.
How I perceived myself positively?
It’s challenging to write about my healing process. It’s about me and what’s good about me. Isn’t this topic a hard way to start something?
What’s good about me, I’m not quite sure. I’m certain there are plenty of people who also on the same page as me.
It is harder to think about how I perceived myself positively, especially if another person asks about it to me.
“So, what’s so good about you?”
I used to think that I’m a good listener and I get people to come to me a lot for discussion, advice, or simply want to be heard.
Maybe because I have explorative nature and plenty of alternatives to solve things out, or simply because I’ve been into a lot of complicated situations that I can help by helping my friends comprehend multiple perspectives in seeing the difficult situations.
Sometimes, there are days where I am wiser and give better advice or I just brush it off because I already have too many things on my plate.
I ended up worrying about other people's problems a lot because of this. I feel guilty if I can’t be of help or even I got a breakdown overwhelmed by emotion sympathizing with people.
Which also funny, since I identified myself insensitive and a cold thinker at times. Maybe, the truth is I feel things too much, and rationalizing feelings help me to stop getting so worked up.
It’s always hard to see yourself in positive lights, we all have tendencies of being too harsh to ourselves. Just like how I am even inconsistent in my good qualities: we are all good, we just have limitations.
I am a good listener and I can help analyze things to give perspectives but just to some extent. I can’t do this all day. Not even every day, or it will be bad for me if I force it.
I’m just glad, my friend can count on me. I need to set my limit when to stop listening and trying to help for my own sake.
I forgive me for not being able to reach the ideal that I used to set. I am imperfect and imperfections made me unique.
How about you?
