Shortcomings kept me grounded, but also prevented me from ascending.
Time to get literal for a few sentences.
I struggle with self-loathing.
I get depressed or even paranoid at worst.
I internalize my anger.
My thinking is better in preparation than on the spot most of the time.
Now, back to my regularly scheduled abstract wording.
Pointed fingers and gavels rain down on me as my mind is in a monsoon season. It causes me to ponder if the storms believe they are deities in their own right. Should I point the finger back, it gets sliced off. God forbid I spot the plank in someone else’s eye even if I know I’m right. There were moments where I wished I could be beyond these flaws and others would extol me, but that’s only a pipe dream at best. I doubt a time machine would exist in my lifetime to correct everything.