Everyone needs a friend who will tell it like it is. Without that I can go on deluding myself forever and delusions are not the foundation for happiness, or any sort of lasting content.
It's like building a castle out of sugar cubes. One big rainstorm and the thing starts to disintegrate.
As much as I want to feel good, I want the kind of feeling good that comes from real stability, from a sense that what I'm dong will hold water so to speak.
Imagine living fifty feet from the spring and dying of thirst because no one told you the spring was there, or how to get the water out of it.
If I have to walk across the hot burning sand to get that water, I may not go.
A real friend will tell me the water is on the other side. He might even hold my hand and he might even give me a shove to get me going.
It might make me cry initially, but in the long run immersing myself in that cold clear water will help me.
How?
Who knows? I need to get there first!
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