Through a Naked Eye

I found that I have habit to fib a little to myself.
Maybe you have felt the same?
How is it possible that others are wrong all the time?
That can’t be real; surely I must get things wrong too.

So I became my own subject of investigation.
I decided to study my intentions and my basic nature.
I planned to be brutally honest, to discover the man others see.
I was fearful; the confrontation was bound to be harsh.

I set out stripping off every fixed idea about myself I had.
I distanced myself from religion in order not to confuse the matter.
Then I had a hard look; discounting what should and shouldn’t be.
For the first time I stood truly naked; no pretence!

Though I have good intentions; I harbor much resentment.
I am angry with life and disappointed with my circumstances and luck.
I feel I deserve more than what I have; pretending to be grateful.
I resent peoples’ carelessness that affects me negatively.

I am annoyed with peoples' ignorance and their low awareness.
The inability of others to love in an unselfish fashion is beyond me.
Yet… in honesty now; I think I might be guilty of that too.
I don’t want to be that way, but I find myself needing more than I have.

Despite my sound intentions for all that is part of my environment;
I have hurt many beings and destroyed many ideas.
All these occurrences were subjected to conditions where I placed myself first.
It is a self-survival strategy, but did require a choice between others and me.

I don’t know how to commit treason against myself; I come first.
I have to come first; I must survive, if not that, then what?
I have unacceptable thoughts on an hourly basis…
The restraint I exercise to withhold me from acting on it is tiring.

I fall in love too often; that is, with someone other than my partner.
In my dreams I live out the fantasies of pursuing those interested.
But, in dreams it stays; because moral conduct doesn’t condone it.
This leaves my heart yearning for forbidden fruit; packed with guilt.

I am confused much of the time by the chaos that surrounds me.
Though I am frustrated with it; I contribute my own confusion to the pot.
Yet, nobody but me is permitted to call me a fool or confused.
That is seen as an attack on my character; from there you’re an enemy.

In honesty, you are seen as a fool to the degree you differ from me.
I think I am more intelligent than most and have the IQ to back it up.
I am a self-righteous person; and trust my conclusions wholly.
I make up my own mind; but will let you believe you played a role.

I manage my relationships in such a way that it benefits me best.
“I keep my friends close and my enemies closer.”
I will manipulate a situation and people to advance my cause.
I am a human being, firstly selfish nature; and must always be right.

It is within my nature to invalidate others;
so I may remain standing as the strongest one.
I will sneak a peak at a beautiful woman, especially if she flashes a bit.
I will no sooner accompany her home; as what I am invited.

I, my fellow beings; have all the qualities to be a dreadful man.
I could even commit non violent crimes to better my survival.
I could sleep with someone’s wife; then, return to my own.
All these things I can do; BUT… I choose not to.

This is where my personal values and religion comes in.
The things I have mentioned would lead to chaos and conflict.
I choose harmony, to love; despite my urge to sin.
I judge my own actions, so I may remain fair; aren’t you the same?

So, if I hurt or upset you unintentionally; just know it could have been worse.
I could have targeted you with intention; your survival would diminish then.
Instead I have opted to love and care; enough to carry the many layers required.
Thus, it is a choice to consider others; by choice I am the man I am today, alone.

I have exercised my right to worship a god, the God I chose to believe in.
I have aligned myself with the principles and values of that belief.
I have accepted that there are some laws I will have to respect to fit in.
Now I stand here naked, completely content with who I am; are you?
By : Thys Groesbeek