South African Sunset.
Thankfully, and perhaps to balance the Inner Bitch, I’ve noticed I’m a lot more willing to let people be just who they are.
I can’t change anyone – why should I think people ought to be different in order for me to be happy? Boy, if we could change everyone at will, what a boring world it would be!
Where would our personal growth come from, if life was exactly the way we wanted it to be?
All a person can be, is who they are, and we can either appreciate them for who they are, or start a running dialogue with ourselves about all that’s wrong with them, and how they don’t please us. Much easier to relax and enjoy the other. They are on their own path, and we cannot know what that is.
Of course, I’m not saying we have to stick around if we’re totally offended, we have free will too, but we can’t expect people to change to suit us.
(Hmm…but…perhaps there is a one-act play in people having to change for each new person on the scene, and then being themselves when alone!? What would they do when there was more than one person, each having different demands? I picture them all wearing Jester hats?)
