One of the hardest things for anyone to do in their life is to accept themselves.
We all have flaws.
We all have strengths, and we all have skeletons in our closets, which even if they are not major ones, we would just as well not have them laid out in the open for the general world to know about.
Now take the good things and, the bad things multiplied by about 50, the skeletons by 500, and there you have your typical addict.
You see, there just are not that many good things about being an addict. And aside from the beginning days, where it actually has it’s fun moments, it is mostly bad, and filled with shame, guilt, and if one is really lucky, at least a touch of remorse.
Accepting oneself is the key to everything in life. But we were all ruined from a very young age. Walt Disney introduced the concept of prince charming. Obviously no such person exists, and is only a stereotype.
However, when faced with a choice between reality and the handsome strapping archetype prince, which would you choose?
Men have been duped in pretty much the same way, young starlets, super-models, Abercrombie and Fitch girls, etc.
This, my friends, is not reality.
This is masochism.
I have a philosophy that we live many lives in one lifetime.
We are presented many chances, to make many different decisions in our lives. We live, we learn, we laugh, we lose, we gain, and we reap the glory of many moments!
Learning to accept ourselves for who we are: good, bad, and ugly, is the key to living a happy and fulfilled life.
Sure we make mistakes, but we are supposed to.
Here is an example. If someone were to set a jet engine in front of you and ask you to fix it, your gut response would probably be something to the effect of letting out a hearty laugh, gathering you things together, and getting on your way. But how come? The only reason that this task seems impossible is because nobody has ever taught you to fix a jet engine.
If you knew how, it would be easy. Or easier, depending on how many times you had performed the exercise before.
By Nature, we are not perfect. We are flawed, and we are meant to be.
We make attempts; we make mistakes, we learn from them, hopefully, carry on, and try not to make the same mistakes again.
Our noses are too big, our belly’s too fat, our I.Q.s too low, our wife’s too bitchy, our husbands too late, too lazy, and not capable of making nearly enough money to keep us living the lives that we have become accustomed to living.
So when do we get a chance at being happy. When do we get a chance to be content, and begin moving in the right direction? When we learn to accept ourselves for who we are, good, bad, and ugly.
We have skills, skills that no one else has, and, we lack as well. We have fat butts, double chins, 6 fingers on our fight hands, bad breath, good breath, no senses of humor, great senses or humor, and myriad other positives and negatives.
Once we learn to accept ourselves, good, bad, and ugly, then we have learned to fix that jet engine once and for all
And the best part is, that we NEVER have to learn the skill again.
We are human.
We are strong.
We are weak.
We are lost and found, sane and not, redeemed, and flawed beyond words.
And we are wonderful in every way.
Except the ways in which we are not.
Accept yourself. Accept your friends, your parents. Learn that you are just fine, exactly as you are, and you have no reason to change at all.
Unless, of course, you want to