
Kyrok
Paragon
- Nov 6, 2018
- 970
You know that kid's activity? Connect the dots? You use a pencil to draw a line from one dot to the next and it will result in a shape, an elephant or a bird for example.
Despite some positives in my life, I see myself as a failure, and am a failure overwhelmingly due to my own mistakes (losing my temper, saying the wrong thing, making the wrong decision, losing my patience, not paying attention, sloppiness, not being honest with myself, etc).
More specifically, I can itemize about a dozen key moments in my life, specific mistakes, tracing them back as far as kindergarten. Often, the circumstances resultant from prior mistakes positioned me for my next mistake.
They're each like dots. Each key moment. And my life is the shape made by the connected dots. When I draw a line from one to the next, the result is me, here, now.
I used to blame the world, other people, bad luck, forces beyond my control. My last big mistake was in 2019 and that one was like my hitting bottom, as we think of an alcoholic hitting bottom. But rather than alcohol, my flaws were resentment & hubris. They're responsible for most of the damage I caused to myself.
We all get just one life and I fucked mine up. It's hard to hold on to the depth of feeling here, the self-recrimination, the disappointment in myself, the shame. I turn away from it, from the me that is the result of the dots connected.
Despite some positives in my life, I see myself as a failure, and am a failure overwhelmingly due to my own mistakes (losing my temper, saying the wrong thing, making the wrong decision, losing my patience, not paying attention, sloppiness, not being honest with myself, etc).
More specifically, I can itemize about a dozen key moments in my life, specific mistakes, tracing them back as far as kindergarten. Often, the circumstances resultant from prior mistakes positioned me for my next mistake.
They're each like dots. Each key moment. And my life is the shape made by the connected dots. When I draw a line from one to the next, the result is me, here, now.
I used to blame the world, other people, bad luck, forces beyond my control. My last big mistake was in 2019 and that one was like my hitting bottom, as we think of an alcoholic hitting bottom. But rather than alcohol, my flaws were resentment & hubris. They're responsible for most of the damage I caused to myself.
We all get just one life and I fucked mine up. It's hard to hold on to the depth of feeling here, the self-recrimination, the disappointment in myself, the shame. I turn away from it, from the me that is the result of the dots connected.