The parts of my body I hate and wish I could change

We all have them, right? Instead of deny it, let’s talk about it. Here are mine:

I wish I could see things from other’s perspectives more willingly. I wish I could shut my eyes and not have to see all the injustices done. I wish I could look out to the distance and see my future not cast in the gray shadows of my own self-doubt.

I wish I would use them to speak wisdom. I wish they communicated to others the wishes I wish for them. I wish they would learn to still when arrogance or overconfidence emboldens them.

I wish I could learn to hold it higher, being proud of my work, my books, my decisions. ME.

I wish I could hear other views, and not jump to judgement. I wish I could filter out the voices that seek to belittle and condone me. 

I wish I could give them more. I wish I could use them in the fruitful prospect of building, of learning, of pulling others up. I wish they would clap in joy, and shake the heavens. I wish my fingers would tame and not point when struck.

I wish I could get it moving more, instead of wasting time, sitting in chairs, archiving the data of not-going-to-keep-you-from-dying-someday, or procrastinating because I fear success as much as failure.

I wish they would support me as I kneel, learning to be humble, learning to be strong even when asking for help. I wish they would bend and help me meet others half way.

I wish the would walk a path of pride, and that they would tramp down the weeds of conflict to make wide and easy the path for those who follow in my footsteps. 

One Comment  to  The parts of my body I hate and wish I could change

  1. Nice post, Killian. Definitely something to think about.

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