“Be kind to all, at all times,” an adage my father says whenever he advises me on what brings blessings to one’s life. He also says that, regardless of how poor he may be, and what little possessions he boasts of, what is priceless, is his good name. “They can call me anything, but they can never call me a thief, ” he would proudly add. So I was brought up to be kind to all at all times, and never to take something that doesn’t belong to me. Virtues better suited for utopia, you’d think! For here, kindness is a weakness readily exploited by even the closest friends and allies. To not take what’s not yours is equal to stupidity. Better yet, taking what’s not yours is camouflaged so well, that you’d think it’s an entitlement.
Being an avid procrastinator who hides within the convenient cloak of perfectionism is a double fault. One can always figure out a reason for a necessary action to wait, for another time, or until the conditions to attain perfectionism is met. To think of it, this springs from a deep-seated fear of inadequacy. To be placed on the scale and be found wanting is a usually immobilizing thought. One would instead fade in the background and be inconsequential than to risk success where there is even a faint possibility of failure.