I'm prideful. And selfish. Controlling. And stubborn.
The things I criticize others for are the exact things I sometimes do, too.
Certain struggles continue to be wrapped around me like a vine.
Even though I know what is wrong, I still do.
I don't evaluate my capacity and measure it to reality.
Unspoken expectations make unrealistic demands of myself.
The truth is, I am human.
Planned for a place in today. And prepared to fulfill a role.
Most importantly, purposed to know love.
Broken, selfish, messy, chaotic, shifty . . .
A Hand-selected rock meant for this story. His story.