Ah, the dreaded time of self-reflection.
It's uncomfortable because I'm forced to face the hard facts. When my brother brings up his concerns about how we're approaching our passions and our lives, I get turned off not by his tone or honesty, but rather by my inability to accept that I am indeed making very little progress. It's not him who is the problem, it's me.
It's uncomfortable because I'm forced to face the hard facts. When my brother brings up his concerns about how we're approaching our passions and our lives, I get turned off not by his tone or honesty, but rather by my inability to accept that I am indeed making very little progress. It's not him who is the problem, it's me.