Pride: war of the egos

Always on fight mode.Who are you fighting? Where are you going? What’s the price? Learn to let go. Not everything needs a fight. Sometimes, shutting up helps.

Well, I’ve always been a fighter. A stir that boils deep inside, takes over all senses, demands to be felt and only rests when it’s done. Know what I mean? Well, that’s me. For the most part of it, it was seen as a flaw.

My opinion? Well if speaking up, calling situations out and voicing for the voiceless is a flaw? Call me Chief Justice please and thank you. That statement right there gives me such thrill, excitement, even now. A righteousness that cannot be explained.

Early in my school years I used to thrive in debates. In a classroom, if we were told to defend a character or anything that needed defence? Oh I’d be right up there ready to wield my eager blade; my tongue, my shield; my brain.

Looking back it does seem like I always was itching for a fight. Expanded my horizons from school to now relationships, the system, name it? I’m there. Ready and willing to spar. The excitement of proving what most people see as black and white, that hey! Perhaps there’s more to which you all don’t see, but I do.

Always eager for my different point of view to be seen, heard, felt, acknowledged, praised.

You know the feeling you get when you access, believe that your way is the better way and your track record supports your theory?! Oh the joy, the fulfilment you get.

Careful now, because once the pattern becomes a norm, you start trusting it. I’ll tell you right now, run. Run love, fear with all your might. Because, once you start rejecting your human nature to be flawed? To not always have it right, chasing perfection? Well, in comes the good sweet high that can never be sustained. Commence; war of the egos. Pride.