The other day while writing about personal space, I could not help but be frustrated at what life had dealt me that day. I even made remarks that made me laugh when I went back to read them!

Yes, my personal space is still of very much importance to me.

But it got me thinking; sometimes we’re very passionate about things and lose our heads when they don’t go the way we want them to. Is it because we are wired to be selfish? Is it just upbringing? Or is it just being human?

I don’t have a definite answer to the above paradox.

Is choosing yourself selfish? Is putting yourself first a good thing?

Still no answer; some days, my needs will trump those of the people around me. Other days, I’ll allow theirs to be more important- in no particular order.

I find that my natural disposition is selfishness and I have to keep reminding myself to be sensitive to other people’s needs. Of course that does not mean I’m less selfish, it just means I challenge myself to think beyond myself sometimes.

In a generation where we are flooded on every side with the ‘pick you’ gospel, it’s a little hard to establish when you’re being real with your personal convictions or when you’re being influenced by the statusquo. 

Drawing the line is not too obvious as the lines have been blurred.

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Maybe humanity’s selfishness is more powerful than personal conviction- I don’t know but I do know that it would help to try and personally establish what influences my responses to what life throws at me.

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Jessica Layado

Jessica is a passionate reader, writer and poet with an insatiable love for information acquisition. She is a lover of life, people, books and God. She also doubles as a Special needs teacher who is as passionate about seeing her children get better as she is about pushing them towards their purpose in life. She is the type of feminist who believes in complimentary societal roles of men and women geared towards bettering the world. Her zest for life is contagious: lover of life, you would call her a lifer.

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