All Hail Insecurity

Almost all the greatest people I meet are insecure. I can never believe it.

With all their charm, their wit, their humor, their charisma, somehow they’re still insecure.

When I ask them what their biggest flaw is they often reluctantly admit that they are insecure.

Almost all the worst people I know are very secure. They’re sure of themselves. They’re confident that they can achieve it all. That the world is just a series of obstacles set into motion with the sole purpose of being overcome by them. They’re bold and they’re brash and they’re almost always really terrible.

The insecure person considers his or her place in the world. The insecure person considers the people around them and realizes they may not be the best and that they may not be the strongest or the fastest or the most beautiful. They take these things into account and sometimes it feels good an sometimes it feels bad but they always take into account the world they live in and they modify their thoughts and actions based on external data, and not just how they “feel” about themselves.

And we call this a flaw. Insecurity. A flaw? Nope.

Insecurity is the best thing a person can possess. It is the thing that can make you relate to your other imperfect humans, make you strive to be better, and make you understand when others are flawed like you. And love them for it. And love yourself for being a person and not an idea.

Next time when someone asks you what you like most about yourself you should tell them that you’re insecure.

And if they don’t get it, they’re probably really secure.

And you should get the hell away from them.