What is the worst thing you have ever done?
I don't want you to tell me. I don't want you to tell me because I don't want to tell you what the worst thing I have ever done is. The number of people that I am comfortable talking about this to is incredibly low. And I'm only doing it here because I know I can get away with being coy, that I can hide behind this mask of a computer screen. I know what the worst thing I have ever done is, or at least I know the sequence of events that led me to the worst thing I have ever done. There's no way to wrap it nicely in a poetic sentence, there's no way to attach a greater, secret meaning to it. What happened, happened.
I think that there's value in being real. I don't mean the being-true-to-yourself, throw-pillow-quote-material stuff. I mean fucking real. I mean open yourself up, let-the-universe-beat-the-crap-out-of-you real. That's nirvana, if you want to follow the lead of the Buddhists, to be aware of a moment in which you're perfectly real to yourself and to the universe. To hell with God and being judged and sin and whatever else is in that basket. Believe it if you want, I'm not saying you're wrong, but there's value in looking in the mirror and knowing where you stand with yourself and knowing what kind of person you are. And we don't do that, because we're afraid to look in the mirror sometimes. We're afraid of who we are and how we got there, but all of that's in the past.
Look in the mirror today. Spend three minutes, five minutes, just staring at yourself, looking at who you are and thinking about what kind of person you are. Then spend some time and think about what kind of person you want to be. What kind of person you want to choose to be. Go do it.
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