Free to be. You and Me.

It’s funny.

Not always.

Humorous or comical.

The clue.

The hint.

Being left in another’s dust.

Not so much.

Pride.

And.

Prejudice.

Many. A dollars and sense, common sense has already been spent.

Time.

Money.

Energy,

As well.

At the end of the day.

I am willing to bet, we all look in the mirror one least time before retiring. For the night. Before the head may or may not hit a pillow. That is.

To see. What?

If we have changed.

For some, the change will not be obvious, evident or even clear.

We feel something is “different.”

We hope something is different.

We collectively revert back to the old ways when we are not sure what to do in the new ways. Familiar challenges take us down the wrong road.

No.

Arrogance stops me from speaking for you. I do not live in your head, know how you “operate.”

When all else fails? As we all often do—everyday.

There is no such thing as a small act of kindness.

Kindness keeps one from doubt.

It can also keep the gravy train flowing.

Which.Depending and defending upon who is standing with you, how one “looks”at it, who is “preferred”. Results in a wrestle-fest of ongoing and never ending angst. The same old, same olds.

Is “it” a good thing or a bad thing.

I dunno.

Really.

I do not know.

Pride. Keeps many of us from “asking.” For goodness.Demanding it, too.

Prejudice. Keeps many of us on the toes—hopping and hoping another will simply ask on their own. For help. To not project mind-numbing-tap-dancing-tactics to force another into the corner of their own person. Personhood.

Face to face.

We can all see the outward.What’s on the “outside.”

But.

We cannot all see the inward. What’s on the inside.

So we guess, surmise, question, bait, lie until WE are,

Blue in the face.

It sucks.

Really.

How we got here?

Unless attention has been paid, close, very close attention to the emotional weapons of mass destruction. How they are utilized. Or at the very least, word weapons and nuances of critical word theory. Unless kept at a minimum. A slow death is the life sentence. Life keeps the same pace as it did before. Same old same old.

It is a wonder any of us are still breathing, walking, talking humans.

We really can be hard on one another.

Why?

Pride.

The inability to ask for help.

Horn swaggoling another into something and leaving the other feeling,

”Set up.”

Is that such a bad thing?

Wouldn’t it be great to be “set up”

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Who knows.

I dunno.

Like on a date with someone who you may prefer over another you may not,

Prefer.

Enter:

Pride.

And.

Prejudice.

We oftentimes do “it” to ourselves—leaving the check, dust, muck “behind” for someone else to “take care of.”

Admittance of wrongdoing is not in our arsenal of strength because our weakness of pride and prejudice simmers below the surface of our perfectly coiffed hair, manicured nails, spiffy dress, handsome demeanor.

Free to be. You and me.

Thank God.

He enters when all else fails.

Thank God.

He. Never “wanted”, or asks us to be this way. To be “like this.”

But we are.

And. We do.

Torture one another in ways big and small.

Simply, because admitting wrongdoing is not is our arsenal of strength.

When we walk out of a room. How many times do you look back to see what “you left behind.” Who. You left behind. Who are what is “important.” To go back for.

Keys. Check.

Wallet. Check.

Phone. Check.

Where is the valuable person? We forgot. Everywhere and no where?

Oh. Those very important things. We put in our pockets……

Pride. Overtakes our better senses. We foolishly forget. Because we got caught up in the rat race. We left behind the and a most valuable being.

Does one being matter over another?

Pride.

And.

Prejudice.

Extend a hand of grace?

He has been whispering this into our noggins’ for centuries.

We escape his knowing in a moment.

We do not escape his knowingness for our lifetime.

God only knows.

We need to.

Step up.

To the plate.

To the matter.

To the something.

To another.

For the other.

For the others.

It makes little difference how.

It makes a big difference that.

It is

Done.

One way or another.

Pride.

And.

Prejudice.

Stands in our way.

Simple.

Ask the loyal dog.

He knows a thing or two about being

Left behind.

And still manages to loved us to pieces upon our anticipated return.

Return to Him.

Never wavering in unending loyalty.

It takes one to know one.

A loyal being who’s ONLY best interest is your best interest.

Innately satisfied when their “master” is happy.

A friend for life until He calls them home.

Pride is a human secondary emotion characterized by a sense of satisfaction with one’s identity, performance or accomplishments. (wk)

It’s funny.

Not always humorous or comical..

Pride. Is often considered the opposite of shame or of humility, and depending on the context, considered as either a vice or a virtue.

Damn.

Further.

Pride may refer to a content sense of attachment toward one’s own or another’s choices and actions, or one’s belonging to a group of people. (wk)

Belonging is such a powerful wanting.

Praise God?

If you choose.

Free to be.You and me.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure?

Kinda.

Depending on how ya look at it”it.”☺️

Pride is nothing new.

For centuries, philosophers have debated pride’s vices and virtues.

For us common folks.

To get a clue, a hint, or be left in the dust of another?

That is one way to look at pride.

And prejudice.

Pride: When viewed as a virtue, pride in one’s abilities is known as virtuous pride, greatness of soul, or magnanimity, but when viewed as a vice, it is often known to be self-idolatry, sadistic contempt or vain glory.

Wow.

Depending upon how one looks at it?

It is a mouthful, for sure.

It is both cognitive and evaluative.

Guilt and shame are self-conscious.

Is it not good to be self-conscious?

To the knowing of harm induced upon another?

Depends upon how you look at “it.”

Damn. Again.

Free to be. You and Me?

Both good and bad.

Here and there?

Round and round and round it goes.

Pride.

And.

Prejudice.

We keep forgetting.

We are all made equal,

In His Eyes.

This pride things stands in our way.

This prejudging people on the basis of our “knowing better.”

Is sad.

Embarrassing to admit our faults and failings, foibles and blushed cheeks.

”Fiero”.

Personal triumph over adversity is good.

Do not let ‘em bring you back down no matter how hard they try.

Who?

Them God-awful-pre-judgers.

Good pride. Strong self. Giving back. Promotes similarity to strong “others.”

Keep in mind. There are many kinds of pride that stand in our way.

”Proper pride.”

”False pride.”

And. A host of little pridesters in between.

Who. Stand in the way.

Irrationality is a name of the game.

The gamemanship.

As long as you decide not to play. In the muck. In the swamp.In the mess.With the pre-judgers, life is good.

Life is good.

His kind of good.

As He created our world.

In the beginning.

Free to be.

You.

And.

Me.