Disease to please. There has been much written about this malady on how it occurs and how to overcome it as though it were alcoholism or some other skewed upset within our bodies. I contend that at it’s worst, the person affected is only existing at half-mast. I’ve spent most of my life trying to go along to get along. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized what a waste of time and energy being that person can be. It saps your energy, filters your speech, restricts how you publicly react to things, and creates angst within. It’s a self-imposed politically correct prison from which your true spirit rots.
I’m not saying being awful to someone else is the right way to behave. It most certainly is not. If you weigh your thoughts and feelings and convey them honestly and sincerely then you have freed your spirit from the constraints of pretense. Being authentic without being mean-spirited on one end or overly enthusiastic on the other is an art form not naturally acquired. . There is also gold in not weighing in at all. What you think and what you say should be symbiotic; but just because you’re thinking it, doesn’t mean you have to say it. (Well, I’m still working on that one for sure.)
Soul-searching and mind-probing evaluation are honed skills. Be yourself, and always seek to know who and what that truly is. Be brave in your attempt to emote realism and tailor your inner journey toward the light in the world, and avoid the darkness whenever possible. Enough darkness will seep through the cracks without actively searching for it. Slough off the bad and continually turn your face to the sun, surround yourself with the positive — hope, faith, love, kindness, and peace. Life will begin to improve because you will be more wise in yourself and that’s a beautiful thing. Two ancient pieces of advice from my parents: , 1) Just be nice; and 2) If you don’t have anything constructive to lend, keep quiet and listen. Okay, so it took half a century to sink in… Sandy