As I sit here listening to the cardinals sing to each other while the sun is setting I wonder why I have such an instinctual desire to help others. I am curious to know how many animals are altruistic in nature.
There are times when I wish I didn't care. I know that caring is a good thing, yet for some reason lately it feels to me like a weakness.
As I ponder my "happy" times I notices that I am happiest when I am helping others. Improving, changing, inspiring, and showing the 'day to day' from a new perspective. The more of these types of things happening in my daily activities, the more excited I seem to be about life.
This really stinks because most people, myself included, don't like change. Knowing this I have focused my attention on changing and growing myself - something I have been writing about extensively over the last 5 years.
Thing is, I like to share. In my excitement I tend to forget that others are not as eager to improve themselves as I am. Some, as I have written previously, don't see why anyone would changed themselves unless they had confidence issues. I see it as quite the opposite; I am confident and comfortable in my current place and like to 'push' myself outside of that comfort zone.
Sure I sometimes push myself a little too hard. Nonetheless I always find my way back. I also know that I will never stop trying to help others. Perhaps I will learn to be a bit more "selective" on where I focus my energies...awwww who am I kidding, we all know that statement is highly unlikely!
Peace
"And if they didn't drain your life I'll become your conductor. Don't cut the connection."
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