How can we see things from the perspective of others?
Hell, I don’t know. I spent a few hours yesterday with a family member and I tried so hard to put myself in his shoes to understand his viewpoint. I was very clear on his feelings but could not wrap my mind around his unwillingness to look at his part in anything. He behaves as if the world pulled his name out of a hat with the sole mission of fuckin’ with him.
I found absolute freedom in the discovery that life’s problems were of my own making. Finally!
After pinpointing the source of my misery I had a chance at some joy.