It’s interesting how our perspectives on past events change as we get older.
If you think about it, the avoidance of pain, is in itself, wounding.
There are any number of ways we can feel inadequate. We can look at our career, bank account, body, car, home, friends, church, school, city, country; anything. Outward appearances afford us ample ammunition for self-destruction and spiritual shrinkage.
What are you going to be when you grow up? This is a disease perpetrated in our modern era, a psychological sliver and spiritual enslaver. It emotionally destroyed a generation, and infected another, but we’re snapping out of it.