Take a guy like me, for instance. I’m a great guy. And I don’t mind admitting it. As well I know that there is a whole admiration society of people out there who feel the same way.
There are people out there whom, when I walk into a room, light up because they realize their day is about to be made. That realization firmly in place, I also realize that there are people out there who hate my guts.
There are people out there who don’t even know me and can’t stand me. I know that there are even some people who have heard second-hand stories about me and have decided that I am worthless. And I can live with that.
Does it bother me? Maybe, sometimes. But it doesn’t surprise me one bit.
I don’t believe that I’m worthy of hate, but I don’t delude myself into believing that there’s nobody else out there who feels differently. Some people just don’t know me well enough. Some people know me too well.
You just can’t let the opinions of others get too deeply under your skin. People’s hearts are like lifeboats. Some people have great big capacious lifeboats with room for many. Some have teeny, tiny lifeboats that can fit maybe two, three tops. Some people don’t even have a lifeboat for themselves; they’re just adrift at sea clinging to a piece of driftwood.
There is not going to be room for you in everybody’s vessel. But that’s okay because no matter how many craft you get turned away from there is always going to be that one person at least who says, "Climb aboard! I’ve been saving a seat for you."
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