I’ve done a lot of crazy, hateful, stupid things when I was a lot younger. Seriously. I’m not talking about mischief, I’m talking about pure insanity and hate-driven deeds. I used to be a very self-righteous, judgmental hypocrite who went to church but dabbled in the occult at the same time. And everyone knows I’m a Pastor’s kid. Everyone knows my parents are honorable people–whose only child is a dime-a-dozen punk.
Of course I got all the Karma I deserved for all the hateful things I did.
Public humiliation? Losing 90% of my friends?
Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
One important thing I learned from all this, though, is that fear, pain, and shame are our friends because they let us know that something’s wrong. If we pay attention, we can fix ourselves or go to a doctor. But if we keep making excuses for ourselves we will die: If we don’t like the taste of medicine or the pain and scars of surgery, if we just keep on denying, our bodies will eventually give up all of a sudden and then we die.
If we want to mature as people, we mustn’t run away from the consequences of our stupidity.