It’s always a little disheartening to watch your favored boxer slip and move only to step into a hard punch that otherwise could have been avoided if he had done…nothing. Â He would have been better off had he not moved at all. Â And so it goes with life. Â What is the right question to ask here, if there is one at all? Â Is it important to take risks and repeatedly fail, with the very real risk of conditioning yourself to accept it? Â Or was this a mistake, misjudgment or worse- sign of weak character?
Over the past four years of my life, I’ve looked back at every prior year and been astounded at the limitlessness of my stupidity. Â Grateful as I am, I’ll take whatever little marginal improvement that may stand to represent. Â Today I ran into someone who I knew throughout high school, who felt it courteous much less acceptable to peel back a band-aid overÂ a time period I would like to wipe from all memory and sd cards. Â Overall it was an unpleasant affair and I now have to suppress my joy in knowing that this mirror is now a part of the organization I belong to, for theÂ foreseeableÂ future.
Some people are just unlucky and get hit with the worst blows right as they are doing theirÂ damnedestÂ to change. Â There is no refuge for the soul from itself, and one has to wonder whether they are really trying or just setting themselvesÂ up to get knocked out.