What is it to “get it right?” Think of all that baggage.

Who decided it’s right? Who decided what “right” is?

How can I possibly find satisfaction if I’m living into that, always searching for approval from some unknown source, some mysterious judge?

And when I catch a glimpse of that judge’s face, I find it’s just me, and me, and me.

I’m the author of my own story.

The problem is, if I’m not careful then I find myself writing nothing but critique.

And it’s always “two thumbs down.”

Maybe I’ll get it right the next time around.

Each of us could be,

a mirror for our own humanity,

yet we cover it in shame.

When I look at you, I see your goodness shining through

But from me, I feel the darkness underneath

I wish I could see me

the way you see me,

wish I could be for me,

who you are for me,

held and seen,

by love,

reflected in between.

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-Aidan

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