The word for today is; complication
Life can be complicated and for some life can be full of complications. I don’t understand most of it; but I do understand some.
We start out wishing and dreaming. Who said there is anything wrong with those two things? Certainly not me, but on some grounds, it can be a bad thing.
There are those who wish for growing up quicker. Why? We don’t know at that age. We just know we want what they have. We want to date like our older siblings, drive a car. The list can be for miles long.
Next, before we know it, we are old. We suddenly wish our lives could be at an earlier point. We wish we perhaps would have married for different reasons. We wish we didn’t understand death or perhaps how little we could end up receiving in our SS checks.
Wouldn’t there be a lot less complication if only we accepted where we are and were and who we stand for? I am sure my own life would be much smoother. Maybe I would even have less gray hair. Who knows, but the point is; let’s accept whatever we are dealing with today, now, right this moment!
The word for today is; Narcissism
excessive or erotic interest in oneself and one’s physical appearance.
||vanity, self-love, self-admiration, self-absorption, self-obsession, conceit, self-centeredness, self-regard, egotism, egoism
“his emotional development was hindered by his mother’s narcissism”
extreme selfishness, with a grandiose view of one’s own talents and a craving for admiration, as characterizing a personality type.
self-centeredness arising from failure to distinguish the self from external objects, either in very young babies or as a feature of mental disorder.
I don’t know when I recognized it; but it seems for years. I never have enjoyed being in the company of vain, (narcissistic) people. I think a little bit of the reason is; it makes me feel small.
I usually back a way or become more quiet. I find myself questioning who I am when I am alone. I prefer to be in the surroundings of people who believe in we are all for one and one for all.
I am no better than you. You are no better than me. It is sometimes jealousy that tries to come to surface when I see a prettier made-up face than mine, or people dressed better than me and even homes that I wish I still lived in can bother me.
It is stupid to think like this. God has me right where he wants me. I always told myself, if I was beautiful; I may be a snob. If I was rich; I wouldn’t help others. I end up shaking those nasty feelings off of me rather quickly and thank our Lord for giving me what I have and watching over me.