"I don't have any baggage..."
The person was serious. I don't know how to process this belief, honestly. I imagined what my relationships would look like if I actually believed I had no baggage that I brought into them. How would the people in my life experience me if I came at them from this perspective? I would think it would mean a whole lot of me thinking all of the issues were someone else's, not mine. If I held this belief I would never be a contributor to the chaos and everyone else would be to blame for whatever wasn't going well. The result would likely mirror narcissism.
Now, do I always know what to do with my baggage? No, not so much. I'm growing through some more of that at the moment actually. It's delightful. I guess I can see why this dude would want to deny it, putting his baggage away from himself... It's so much more challenging to actually deal with it. And, I feel for him. I actually have compassion in the midst of feeling baffled. It's not a life-giving way to live... Denying the truth always leads us into death whether we recognize it or not.
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