Aww, unguy ...

I think it is so tragically sad that some of us end up so wounded by our life experiences that it impacts our ability to see ourselves for the special and unique people we really are.

I sometimes feel that I owe the world an apology for just existing. Then I get to thinking, how did I come to think of myself in this manner? Then I realize it's because of all the mean @$$es out there saying and doing evil @#$%! to us.

And, remember this one? "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."? Well, words do hurt! Badly! And those wounds last us a lifetime!

Every physical wound I've ever had has long since healed. But, those verbal and emotional wounds are so resistant to healing. Every now and then I'll have me a moment of shining clarity and am able to love myself (warts & all).

If only for a fleeting moment, I realize that I'm doing the best I can based on the cumulative total of my whole life experience. For that moment, it feels good ... If only those moments could last longer than the other ones!

Even if and when you can't see or feel it, unguy, know that you are cared about from this corner!

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Pfrog