Came across this clip at work. (..still at work.)
I’ve always felt like a target for my sister, a sibling to bully but in a good way, if that makes sense. I’ve always felt as though she pointed out all my faults and areas where I was the most helpless and defenseless. Of course I took it personally whenever she mentioned one of my sub-par qualities and probably took the defensive stance, but in hindsight, she was mostly right. She may or may not have had the right to point them out at that exact moment or in the way that she did, but she still was mostly right. I could have always been more, done more, and been better. Over the years, I’ve consciously tried to do more and be better. I can’t say that I still don’t caught as my sister’s target, but I feel as though I am more aware of my laziness. If I choose to be lazy, I rationalize with myself enough to be rid of the restlessness I get for being less than I can be.
It’s one thing to be frustrated with myself, to watch myself fall into a pit of unsubstantial complacency without much of a fight…but to watch someone else…that’s a different story. To watch someone who claims to be aware of their options and yet refuse to throw a punch at whatever’s pushing them down makes me lose faith in the strength in humanity. It might be bad, but someone who has had it worse has definitely done tenfold more than you have about it. Quit crying about something you’re not willing to change and then maybe you’ll get somewhere.