to the voice inside our head.... Life would be so much less complicated, if that voice inside our head was given the respect it deserves. The other day, I was chatting with a friend, and we were discussing the words, "I'm sorry." Particularly, how difficult those two little words are so impossible for us, the human race, to say. She was telling us a story, about how she and her sister were in a fight, and she knew herself to be in the wrong, but the words were bottled up inside of her and she refused to allow them to come out. Her sister was refusing to come to a family gathering until those simple words were said. My friend finally relented, and with extreme difficulty, texted her sister those dreaded words. Those dreaded words which release us from the enslavement of our pride. Her sister immediately texted back and said, "thats all I wanted to hear" and came over immediately. My friend, as she was telling this story, kept saying, I knew I was in the wrong, but I just couldn't say those words. Normally, when I make my sisters or other family members a cup of tea, they know that I'm sorry, even when I don't say it and they've accepted that about me.
What is it about those words? As spectators, we can look into this scene with a critical eye, and judge my friend all we want, but in truth, most of us struggle with listening to that voice of reason residing within us. The voice that says, friendship is more important than this argument. The voice that says, that doughnut is not on your diet and may taste good but will not make you feel good. The voice that says, don't you have things other than watching T.V. that you should be doing? Many times, these voices, these conversations within our brains, are depicted by a devil and an angel. The angel is the voice telling us to be good, and the devil is obviously the tempter, the evil doer, but I disagree with this imagery. I don't think of it as the good and bad within us engaged in a perpetual tug of war, but rather our impulsive, fun-loving, temper-tantrum throwing child-like side against the reasonable, logical, guarded, serious adult. The child within us, never wants to reveal injury, and protects our pride with ferocity, but it also is the voice of fun. It also reminds us that life isn't always about work, but about not just living life but enjoying it. Our serious adult side attempts to keep us in line with the goals that we keep, whether it be our diets, or our academic and/or work goals. In my opinion, I think both voices, the logical voice and the impulsive voice have a valid place in our lives, but sometimes we struggle with which one should be listened to at which point in our lives. The story I'm about to relate is a perfect example of when the child-like side should be thrown by the way-side. Sadly, however, the winner of the tug-o-war was the child-like side resulting in a painful and unnecessary blister.
What are some moments in your life when you listened to the wrong voice? When have you literally or metaphorically burned yourself?