“Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Well, there you have it.
All these years of being misunderstood, and now I know why. I am great.
I would say, “Well, I could have told you that!” Except, I couldn’t have. Always before, the voice in my head would scream, “LIAR!”
But, I am beginning to “get” it. I am beginning to accept my fate as a unique, Divine creation, the only one of my kind.
It’s been fascinating to watch the cast of characters in my life shift and change over the years. From each connection, I have learned about myself. Each relationship has had a purpose.
As I understand myself better, as I learn about who I really am, I find I am:
- more confident
- more tolerant
- more joyful
- more connected
- less anxious
- less judgmental
I am still misunderstood, but now I don’t mind. It’s just because I am great.