“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all
my life, and never seen.”~ John Steinbeck,
The Winter of Our Discontent
Every Tuesday, there is a Coffee Chat over at Rory Bore’s place, Time Out for Mom. This week the topic of discussion is how others see us. For me, this is an expansion of last week’s topic, “I Am Not…Your Interpretation of Me.”
I think we often react to life based upon our past, what works for us. For some that means we react according to the way we have been treated. For others it is what they can get away with in their treatment of others.
I have sometimes been misunderstood by the way I react to difficult situations. I don’t like conflict, so will usually hold things in. I retreat, withdraw to think things through until I can find a solution. There are times that I need space to find my strength, to work it out within myself. Once I come to terms with things, I will act accordingly. I wrote about this in a musing.
In kind, I respect others and their space. I don’t put demands or ultimatums on people, because I know how uncomfortable that feels. It is a heavy burden. I cannot make choices for others, nor do I want to. I do not want them to make mine. If there is to be peace, acceptance is necessary. I am a believer of, “It is what it is.” I have learned to accept.
When I have been misunderstood or judged, there were times that it left me upset. It felt like a violation of both trust and respect. I accept that uncomfortable fact because I have to. I was open and honest, yet I was not being accepted.
I am not one who plays games. I shoot straight. I am honest because I choose to be. When I do act, it is with clear vision. I believe that I will be judged by God. It is Him I have to please in the end. Until then, I have to live with myself. I have to face myself every day. I make my decisions based upon that.
Though I hope that you do, maybe you don’t see this in me. I cannot be responsible for what you see, however. I can only be responsible for what I do. I cannot be responsible for how you react to me. I can only be responsible for my own actions. I hope that you take the time to see me as I am, not as you wish I were. I promise to take the time to see you, too.
No…I am not perfect. I never said I was, and am the first to admit that. But, no one in this world is perfect; no one. I can accept that fact. Can you?