Love of Self
佚名 / Anonymous
When I was younger， I thought that to love one’s self was vanity and not a virtuous trait. As I have grown older， that belief has passed away， as have so many others. There is a vast deviation between being vain and loving one’s self.
We are all in this world together striving for more or less the same things. To conduct and have our lives count for something. To love and be loved. To laugh and... yes， to cry.
We seek shelter， nourishment， a mate， warmth， clothing， family， friends； we seek approval， love and self-esteem. We are all imperfect. Often during our search we forget to simply enjoy what life is. We become so caught up in what could have been， what should be， what might be， that many of our today’s are lost. Let yesterday rest， live for today， hope and dream for your tomorrows.
If there is some part of you that lessens your self-image， some part of you that prevents you from loving yourself， change it， for only you can. Life is filled with things we have no control over， but ourselves， we can control. You are the clay， you are the sculptor and you have the ability to create a masterpiece. The shape and form are there. You have only to refine the work.
Is the task an easy one？ No. There will be sips and flaws and you will be required to work and rework just as a sculptor must rework the clay before the piece is completed. Should the sculptor throw out the piece condemning it as worthless because of a blemish or nick？ Of course not， where then would all the world's treasured art be？ I doubt we would have any. How many masterpieces do you think have been created in one fell swoop， a first effort completely successful without error， without change？ Is it possible we fail to see that mankind is the most marvelous of all works of art？ A living， continuous， developing work of art.
How often have you heard the question “what is the human race coming to”？ The answer， in my mind at least， is whatever we make it， for we are the weavers of tomorrow. You are a treasure， beyond price， one of a kind， irreplaceable. Not perfect but well on your way to being a masterpiece. Do not let your yesterdays hinder tomorrow’s achievements.