Thursday, March 31, 2016
I know that out there, in the world that’s beyond my reach, there’s a version of me who I don’t particularly like; a version of me who is an asshole, who is aloof and temperamental, who is arrogant, insecure and prideful. I am all of those things and, ultimately, I guess I’m fine with it. Just the same, I’m sure there are people who don’t think poorly of me, though it is not for me to say. At a minimum I hope I am kind.
Either way, I understand they are the truths people cling to because it’s their point of view. I cannot change what I’ve done in the past; but as long as there is a future, I can still be the change I want to see in the world.
I’m not really sure why I dove down this rabbit hole of self-loathing, but it began with a conversation about whether Captain James Cook “discovered” or “invaded” Australia. Personally I think both words are poorly chosen, but I’m not the one trying to write the history books.
About today’s photo: a hot bowl of congee fixes everything; that’s my truth. So does punching people in the face at Wing Chun, but that’s another thing.