There is a kind of humility only found in someone who has crashed and burned.
I'm talking really, really, crashed and burned, not a 2-day breakdown, but months/years of bottom-of-the-abyss dwelling.
Haven't seen it too often, but I really really value that quality (maybe because I see it in myself). Is it sort of a paradox to acknowledge your own humility? It's definitely something I hope I can keep up/improve upon. Pride is nasty.
In other news, I'll be heading on over to the Sanford Mental Health Unit here in Fargo, to see if I can get a copy of my paperwork / record of my own personal crash-and-burn. Should be interesting.
Have a song:
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I'm talking really, really, crashed and burned, not a 2-day breakdown, but months/years of bottom-of-the-abyss dwelling.
Haven't seen it too often, but I really really value that quality (maybe because I see it in myself). Is it sort of a paradox to acknowledge your own humility? It's definitely something I hope I can keep up/improve upon. Pride is nasty.
In other news, I'll be heading on over to the Sanford Mental Health Unit here in Fargo, to see if I can get a copy of my paperwork / record of my own personal crash-and-burn. Should be interesting.
Have a song:
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