The Courage to Be Selfish
The selfish act my mother committed was judged, as all selfish acts are, by people who deemed themselves of high enough importance to evaluate her. No one is that important.
Choosing to allow ourselves to become the best possible version, regardless of why, when, or how, is often slandered as a selfish act. Those doing the slandering aren’t wrong. It is selfish. Far be it from me to understand why “they” feel worth of criticizing or berating “us” for choices that do not involve them I do not understand. That’s what happens when we decide to live boldly and authentically. Us vs Them.
Us are the people who support, encourage, uplift. We know the discomfort of growth and embrace it. We make the choice to go where we have never gone before knowing what faces us with each step. Knowing that it means that there is a lifetime of guilt, fears, frustrations, and other painful events that we, who are commiting said selfish act, have endured before daring to find something else.
They are not us. They are the people who believe that their opinion in how we live our life matters. They are limited. They think small. They think with lack and so they live with lack. They look at their lifetime of guilt, fears, frustrations, and other painful events…
