I woke up this morning around 3am with this thought in my head: "I am my own worst enemy." At that hour, its hard to make sense of anything, let alone something so infinitely broad. I thought about what could possibly be true about that statement, which would cause me to think it. There are a few things that I do that annoy me. But I wouldn't go so far as to say, I'm making an enemy of myself.
In fact, it takes a special will-power for me to entertain the idea of having enemies. I've maneuvered through life effectively enough to not have any of my own, and find a certain pride knowing that I've never been one. Even still, I'm affected by the concept of this... afraid actually.
Even the title sounds dangerous: Enemy. It sounds like a shadow hangs over it and venom runs through it. It feels cold and sharp and determined to inflict unsuspected harm. If I have an enemy, I think I'd prefer not to know, especially if it turns out that I'm my worst one.
In fact, it takes a special will-power for me to entertain the idea of having enemies. I've maneuvered through life effectively enough to not have any of my own, and find a certain pride knowing that I've never been one. Even still, I'm affected by the concept of this... afraid actually.
Even the title sounds dangerous: Enemy. It sounds like a shadow hangs over it and venom runs through it. It feels cold and sharp and determined to inflict unsuspected harm. If I have an enemy, I think I'd prefer not to know, especially if it turns out that I'm my worst one.
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