If I Work Toward An End, Meantime

'fault' Means Failure To Meet A Standard. Whose? Mine.

My Trouble Is I Analyze Life Instead Of Live It.

Within Me Is The Potential To Commit Every Evil Act I See Being Committed By Other Men, And Unless I Feel This Potential, I Can At Any Moment Be Controlled By These Same Urges. I Am Free From These Urges Only If I Recognize When I Am Feeling Them, And While Feeling Them And Acknowledging Them To Be Me, Choose Not To Follow Them. Only In This Way Can I Begin To Regain The Disowned Parts Of Me. And Only In This Way Can I Know What It Is I Am Criticizing In Others.

Before, I Thought I Was Actually Fighting For My Own Self-worth; That Is Why I So Desperately Wanted People To Like Me. I Thought Their Liking Me Was A Comment On Me, But It Was A Comment On Them.

Today I Acknowledge That I Am Not In Position To Judge What Mistakes Anyone Is Making Or What Lessons Anyone Needs To Learn. I Don’t Know How Far Someone Has Come Or When That Person Will Have A Breakthrough, I Simply Don’t Know What Other People Should Be Doing. But When I Think I Do Know, I Clearly Am Not Doing What I Should Be Doing, Which Is Taking Responsibility For My Own Life.