Do you ever look back at what you’ve done, and think to yourself…
”I am such a jerk.”
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that my “normal” behavior is contemptible. However, I have done so many inexcusable things through my 56 years that reflecting back on my life is painful. Maybe if my brain worked better, I would remember a greater quantity of laudable acts, but does it really matter? What is the true measure of my character?
My historical selfishness is overwhelming, and so much of it is unfixable. Cemented negative impact.
I worry even more that my selfishness is unfixable now and in the future. That it is me.
Do you ever…?