Some people believe that everyone else is to blame. Every decision boils down to how somebody else forced our hand. Other people influenced us to do the things that we did. Come on. We make our own bed. And then we shall lay in it.
That’s right. We are responsible for our own decisions. When it goes well we like to take credit, but when it doesn’t we don’t. We make our own beds and deal with them later. Or… we don’t make our own beds. Yikes! We’re still the ones who decided to leave it undone. It might be easier in the short-term, but it could make things a lot worse in the long-term. Even worse…
Somebody else makes our bed for us.
Our parents did or do everything for us. Everybody else is responsible for our decisions, except for us. At the end of the night, we still face ourselves, in our own heads, as we drift off to sleep. Sure, we can cover up our thoughts with the noise of television, but we cannot run away from ourselves forever.
Nobody else can make us feel a certain way if we don’t allow it. Or, if others are able to, perhaps it’s because there is a nugget of truth to it (or a whole goldmine of truth to it). For instance, if somebody were to call me stupid. It’d roll off my back like water on a turtle shell. Why? Well, because I know I’m not stupid. Now, sometimes I’ll do stupid things. And in those instances, I’ll even tell myself how stupid that was. But overall, and most of the time, I’m not stupid.
If I were stupid, however, I might get all mad because I know that about myself already. “I don’t need you to call me stupid (because I already know it).” It doesn’t really come down to what other people think or do, it comes down to what you think or do.
So make your bed. Or don’t. Or let someone else make it. No matter what, you’ll lay in it.