How To Quiet Your Inner Critic

I really did hate him.

He drank too much beer, he was overweight and scruffy, and he thought he knew everything there was to know about life.

Also, he was just an asshole.

But this other guy, he was really cool.

He was very focused, he took care of himself, and never gave up even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

He was a good person and he barely even knew it.

There was this kid that was nothing but a trouble maker.

He hung out with his sketchy friends all day, drinking and smoking, he wrote slam poetry and played music in coffee shops, and he slept on people’s couches at night.

He was selfish. He was bad.

But this other kid, he was an angel.

He enjoyed school and he was always drawing cartoons. He was always helping his friends out whenever he could.

He was loyal. He was good.

At some point we have to begin to understand that we are doing the best that we can with what we have.

We have been dealt our cards and we have to play them. Our genetics and our life circumstances are all part of our hand, but the way that we play those cards is what makes us who we are.