The longer I live, the more this makes sense. The more I am vulnerable and admit to my doubts, weaknesses, gaps, brokenness, and shared humanity, the more I am at home with others. And, the more I am at home with others, the more I accept myself.
When I tried desperately to hold on to, and to convince others of my beliefs, worldview, or non-negotiables, the more alienated I became.
I am not suggesting that people be limp dishrags, but rather, only the flawed and strong human beings that we are…fully aware that we didn’t create ourselves, and without illusions of being or playing God.