Selfish Me

Selfish Me

I understand

            For the race of man

                        It is a common fate,

To self-obsess

            Viewing one’s own life—

                        We tend to just fixate.

This lens of ours

            Inwardly inspired

                        Is clouded when we view,

We must be roused—

            Humbled “to a fault”

                        To see another’s hue.

Our own bright light

            Must be dimmed a bit

                        So we can see beyond,

Life’s glorious

            Many fish appear

                        Than just us in the pond.

No, life does not

            Contain only us.

                        It’s sad, but also true,

Our happiness

            Greatly multiplies

                        When we see others too.

(12-15-15)

(I was reflecting how self-absorbed I’ve become as 2 people separately reminded me how my conversation was only on my thesis.  I am trying to adjust “my view”).