If we’re talking about confidence, there’s no better example of lack when you ignore your gut feeling. “Second guessing” occurs when you have a reasonable foundation of understanding with the matter at hand, yet choose to believe you don’t. You choose to disbelieve your own competency, then go with the next most plausible conclusion. But why would you believe less in yourself? And why would you believe against yourself?
That disbelief often stems from past social conflicts, where another person was so insecure about their own competency, that they projected their pain and discomfort onto you.
But what could we possibly do to dissuade our unintentional malefactors from keeping us down? Surely it’s not an issue of our own. Then that means it’s theirs alone, right? Well, not exactly. You see, those few fools are still a part of our lives. Even if we wanted them to grow past their insecurities, do you really think they could do it on their own?
No, that’s wishful thinking. Unfortunately, we would still need to be there to help them grow. Even if we wanted them to be stronger, there must be a catalyst. In this case, the catalyst would need be a mentor figure. Unwilling though they may be, if you see somebody struggling to be greater, it is then in your power to show them that strength.
The next time you see a man or woman struggling with self worth, ask yourself: “What can I do?”
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Second Guessing
Set my world on fire again
These flames would know me best
Gut from me my apathy
These bones be laid to rest
One more drop run through the muddle
Fear for me, my arctic double
Sore and tire
Hear me beat my chest
I’ve been lame
I’ve been tortured
Second guessing on my nature once again
I’ll be tame
I’ll be butchered
Take away my life ‘fore a count to ten
In my broken alibi
I’ll write my will on stone
For every man who I disgraced
Another to atone
Drop an anchor
Ballast thrown
I’ll know my name
Before I’ve blown
And god can know I’ve lost his light to roam
I’ve been lame
I’ve been tortured
Second guessing on my nature once again
I’ll be tame
I’ll be butchered
Take away my life ‘fore a count to ten
Met her on a moonlit night
She gave herself to me
Told me if I treat her right
We’d build a family
Lost my fame and fortune but
I hope to keep her ’til the cut
Maybe there’s no better way for me
I’ve been lame
I’ve been tortured
Second guessing on my nature once again
I’ll be lame
I’ll be butchered
Take away my life ‘fore a count to ten