People are like food. Necessary for survival, the worst of it is the most addictive, and sometimes it makes you sick. Some people, like some food, is bitter but healthy. Others are sweet like sugar, and just as deadly.
I am prideful and punished for it often. I almost always recognize when I am miserably failing to be the human I want to be- when it’s too late. That’s when I feel the thorns the most, abusing me in the form of the bitter soul who I hate with everything I am, and if it’s at all possible, I love them all the same.
Pride is the opposite of humility and humility is always the goal. It doesn’t mean you let others trample you or that your not confident, in fact humility is the epitome of confidence. Arrogance is trying to get others to buy your point out of insecurity, humility is presenting yourself, not a point, while being comfortable no matter what others may think.
Thorns are people. I bet thorns are things as well, but to me, other people are the true pricks in life. Thorns hurt, they slow us down, they reminds us how worthless pride is.
We are all a thorn to someone. I can often see how much of a pain I am in the eyes of others. Many tire of my antics quickly. They say they love honesty at first but quickly find honesty can be a burden. Honestly is a novelty that loses it’s charm quickly. It’s like your neighbors cute child that’s only cute because it’s not yours and you can go home whenever you want.
My thorn is a book I read every morning that makes me proud to be human….sometimes. Others, it makes me question every motive and thought I have ever had. It makes me want to stand face to face with my creator and have a word or two about the suffering he allows. Like an ungrateful child I argue with him, even though I cannot understand him, even though I can’t stop trying to impress him. My thorn is humans who will not let me forget mistakes spawned from my arrogance and insecurity. Some days I dig at my skin trying to rid myself of inadequacy, it leaves me infected like a cut in your mouth you won’t stop tonguing. Other days I leave it in and savor it’s ability to remind of who I was, who I never want to be again.
Your thorn is your child standing right beside you when you teach them how to lie. Your thorn is a real freind who calls “bullshit” on your excuses, they say “no, that really isn’t OK.” Your thorn is a workout that reminds you how much work there is still to be done.
A time will never come where you won’t feel the sting of the thorn in your side, you can only decide whether it will make you better, or make you sick.
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