
As I have grown older, I have learned to question everything and not always take things at face value. Our society encourages us to hide and cover up our weaknesses, failure, sin, and shame. As a result, many people have subconsciously mastered the art of wearing a mask over time…
How then are we to know what is genuine and true, what is real or fake; if everyone is hiding out of fear?
There is a Japanese Idiom that goes:
“The nail that sticks out gets hammered down” …
I’m sure you may have heard this before, but it pains me to think that there are societal pressures to conform and not show your true identity. How lonely and tiring must this be…? Are we too worried about what others are going to think of us if we are less than “perfect”—YES!
I confess, I do have perfectionistic tendencies, and I need to give myself more grace. I also struggle with comparing myself to others. Especially during this time where I am in transitioning and figuring out what the heck to do with my life, while others around me are working, saving money, getting engaged, married, having kids, and sprinting ahead of me…
But, what if it’s not about comparing to the person next to me? What if it’s about my own walk with God at my own pace…?
I just started reading a new book this morning called “Searching for God Knows What” by Donald Miller. In one of the chapters, Miller describes how an outsider (alien) might describe human personalities from observation…
He says, “
Humans, as a species, are constantly, and in every way, comparing themselves to one another, which, given the brief nature of their existence, seems an oddity and, for that matter, a waste. Nevertheless, this is the driving influence behind every human’s social development, their emotional health and sense of joy, and sadly, their greatest tragedies.”
To a certain extent, I would have to agree. Every human being desires to be loved, to be accepted… and then a desire to climb an invisible social hierarchy latter corrupts us. We get caught up in the comparison game. We turn our heads, look back and think to ourselves, “I’m glad I’m not back there.”
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