Pride

A thing we all need to get past.

365 days has taught me on thing and that's questions.

Yes, I question my thoughts. I look at everything at every angle.

To choose to look at the worst so I won't be disappointed.

I stare in other's eyes and attempt to to view situations through their eyes. I hope to see what I might have missed.

I evaluate in order not to be wrong.

That's where my pride lies.

To be wrong. Frames on the wall and cabinets full of paper suggest i shouldn't be.

Suppression of this pride came in choosing another path. To choose the affect on others than myself always holds priority.

365 days has taught me to be vulnerable.

I tore down a wall.

To be burned.

365 days of smiles, laughs, words, actions, silence, tears, stand stills, anger, encounters, glances, suspicions, and assumptions.

Am I foolish? At times it may seem that way...

but the question lies in this-

As time goes on would I rather look back and see what I allowed to disappear? Or review what I put energy into?

That I didn't try? Perhaps things would be different if I had swallowed my pride?

I don't want regrets or sadness looking back. To commit myself. To give my full.

To you a "hey" may mean so much and yet so little. To me it's three letters of pride being pulled back for an instance.

I may not know where the next step is going, but I want to give subjects and people the opportunity to remain in the mix somewhere even if things remain just as confusing as ever.