Acceptance
I can't say that I accept who I am.
I know my strengths and weaknesses. I know my faults and my vices, I have an understanding of how I function, and I realize everyplace I fall short. I know the mistakes I make every single day. My failures and shortcomings and blunders are often painfully obvious.
Some would tell you to accept who you are. Life would be utterly terrible if one lived every single waking moment wishing they weren't who they are. To try to mask your true self, to put on a pleasant show for everyone you might see is a punishment no one deserves to go through.
But accepting yourself is too far.
See, acceptance would be to take your faults, your problems, your mistakes, and your failures with no complaint or resistance.
Acceptance would mean to stop trying to improve yourself, to no longer try to change your situation in life, to stop reaching for goals and that person you want to be.
I know who I am, but I can't accept that,
because,
I know how much better I could be.
I can deal with who I am, I can put up with it, live with it, but to accept it would be a fate far worse than death.
Acceptance would be consigning myself to a doomed existence of stagnation. As long as I can catch a glimpse of what I can become, I will never accept myself. I will strive for the better me, and though I will fail more often than succeed, I can't give up. To stop trying would be to accept my current state.
To accept myself would be to stop caring for myself. Acceptance would mean letting go of all my dreams, all my aspirations, all of my hopes and desires. Giving up my future to rot in the present.
I can never accept who I am,
and I will never,
ever,
ask you to accept me. Asking that would be asking you to stop loving me, to stop caring for me. To accept who I am would be to stop pushing me to be my best, to stop wishing the best for me.
Asking you to accept me would be asking you to give up on me, to never try to fix me, and to leave me behind.
I never want anyone to stop pushing me to become better, to stop caring for me, and I never want to stop loving anyone.
So please never ask me to accept you for who you are. Ask me to put up with you, ask me to help you, ask me anything.
Just please, never ask me to stop loving you.
That is one thing I can and will not do.
I know my strengths and weaknesses. I know my faults and my vices, I have an understanding of how I function, and I realize everyplace I fall short. I know the mistakes I make every single day. My failures and shortcomings and blunders are often painfully obvious.
Some would tell you to accept who you are. Life would be utterly terrible if one lived every single waking moment wishing they weren't who they are. To try to mask your true self, to put on a pleasant show for everyone you might see is a punishment no one deserves to go through.
But accepting yourself is too far.
See, acceptance would be to take your faults, your problems, your mistakes, and your failures with no complaint or resistance.
Acceptance would mean to stop trying to improve yourself, to no longer try to change your situation in life, to stop reaching for goals and that person you want to be.
I know who I am, but I can't accept that,
because,
I know how much better I could be.
I can deal with who I am, I can put up with it, live with it, but to accept it would be a fate far worse than death.
Acceptance would be consigning myself to a doomed existence of stagnation. As long as I can catch a glimpse of what I can become, I will never accept myself. I will strive for the better me, and though I will fail more often than succeed, I can't give up. To stop trying would be to accept my current state.
To accept myself would be to stop caring for myself. Acceptance would mean letting go of all my dreams, all my aspirations, all of my hopes and desires. Giving up my future to rot in the present.
I can never accept who I am,
and I will never,
ever,
ask you to accept me. Asking that would be asking you to stop loving me, to stop caring for me. To accept who I am would be to stop pushing me to be my best, to stop wishing the best for me.
Asking you to accept me would be asking you to give up on me, to never try to fix me, and to leave me behind.
I never want anyone to stop pushing me to become better, to stop caring for me, and I never want to stop loving anyone.
So please never ask me to accept you for who you are. Ask me to put up with you, ask me to help you, ask me anything.
Just please, never ask me to stop loving you.
That is one thing I can and will not do.
6/3/14