Back on the slopes after a hiatus of a few weeks, and grateful to report no broken bones (in fact, no falls, which I attribute to lots of prayer :) Of course I took a few rest breaks and enjoyed kicking back and reading some more. I liked this little ditty about how aliens might describe us:
“Humans, as a species, are constantly, and in every way, comparing themselves to one another, which, given the brief nature of their existence, seems an oddity and, for that matter, a waste. Nevertheless, this is the driving influence behind every human’s social development, their emotional health and sense of joy, and, sadly, their greatest tragedies. It is as though something that helped them function and live well has gone missing, and they are pining for that missing thing in all sorts of odd methods, none of which are working. The greater tragedy is that very few people understand that they have the disease. This seems strange as well because it is obvious. To be sure, it is killing them, and yet sustaining their social and economic systems. They are an entirely beautiful people with a terrible problem.”
I can relate to this because I’ve done it since childhood. I’ve come to understand some of the reasons why I do it, but though I’ve tried stop, it’s a habit that’s so deeply rooted I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever be rid of it. It’s a battle to change thought patterns when you’ve had them all your life, but I believe it can be done. After all, they were years in the making, so it stands to reason that it’ll take years to undo them.