To What Point..Arrogance?

When the truth is known, we all, occasionally, suffer from a little bit of arrogance. I'm sure it is just another part of our inherent nature;  Another thing we get stuck with and have to struggle, to control. Even when I know I am as guilty as the rest of the human species, and know it leads me down a path of disaster, it keeps popping up and causing me problems. It is just me...or can we admit...all of us?

I guess most of us feel  bigger, being right. Ask yourself: Why is it so important to be right all the time? Is a feeling of insecurity, IF we admit we could be wrong? Blind arrogance doesn't leave much room for discussion, and often, the damage  done, cannot be UNdone.
 Wars are fought, relationships are broken and all around harmony ceases to exist, over something that could have been adequately resolved over a cup of coffee..or maybe tea. Nobody ever wins an argument...And if we slow down enough to see it, a happy medium is usually, right in front of us. It's called compromise! Compromise allows both of us to be, at least partly, right...and still friends...

I have known families to break apart and over the years, the parties involved even forget WHAT they were upset about. They just held this steadfast arrogance and knew there was SOMETHING they didn't like about the other person, but it had lasted so long they forgot, but it didn't matter any more; They wanted no more to do with... even their own blood kin...

I admit, I too, have caught myself in such a situation, and after a while realized; This is insane! It didn't matter what the argument started over...Nothing was worth losing someone I care about. How far was I willing to take this stupid feud? In retrospect, I knew I had lost everything, and for what? As I sit here, talking to myself, I remember having a dream one night. In the dream, I remember someone telling me I had died...I remember telling them I couldn't be; I was just dreaming... Then, came a firm voice telling me that I was dead. It was over with, and I was not permitted to go back. I can't begin to express the empty, lost feeling I had because of the ways I had left things. I  could no longer go back and say... 'I'm Sorry'! I had waited too long. It was too late...

I'm not sure  why or how, but suddenly...I woke up!

When Life Seems Fractured...

I know, at times, life seems to be coming apart at the seams. Nothing seems orderly anymore and  I get to feeling like a piece of fractured glass...A piece here, a piece there; all over the place...

When my computer gets that way I DEFRAG it, put everything back in place and all is fine again. Unfortunately, we humans are a little more complicated than that.
When all is in disarray sometimes, I have realized we just need to take a couple of steps back from life and have another look at things. It would be nice to be able to look at it from a Bird's view but I haven't learned to fly yet...

When we have problems, most of us have friends that mean well and have lots of good advice, how to fix the problem. Too often, we end up hearing about our friend's problem, before we ever fix ours. For the lucky ones, a good chat and a cup of coffee, sometimes helps, but I find that SOMETIMES, that is the last thing I need. The problem is mine, and mine alone, and I have to get away from everybody and work it out. Thanks for the bits of encouragement, all the well meant advice, but I have to go...

I have often heard that running away from things doesn't help, But I have found that to be absolute nonsense. An occasional change of geography does wonders for me. Get away from situations and every body. Go off by myself and try to put things back in focus...

Even when people try to help, just the sound of another voice(well meaning, or not) only tends to enhance the confusion in one's mind. I prefer going off into the woods, to listen to a running stream, maybe

a bird or two. The birds make noise, but it sounds more like singing to me. It MAY even be a  good thing that I don't understand bird language.
 I know that some people pay a lot of money to go and lay on a couch and tell someone else their problems. I would have to ask myself : DOES this guy really gives a damn, or that he is making money just listening to you and loves his job. I have to say I prefer SELF analysis...Besides, most of us can't afford to pay someone to listen to us...

Our lives have become so crowded that we are constantly bombarded with everyone else's thoughts and vibrations; waves of all kinds are coming at us from every direction. We just need to go to a place where we are alone, with only OUR thoughts, to sort out. Some have found ways(Meditation) to completely shut everything out; sort of like locking the door and cleaning house...alone!

I find that, sometimes, just keeping my hands busy with some made up project, helps to clear my thoughts. I know, from practice, that sitting around in the house thinking about how to fix the problem, doesn't do a thing for me...