Something happened to me this week that was quite distasteful as an experience. My freedom of speech in voicing my opinion about my profession was curtailed and I was censured. I'm still getting over my anger. I was driving over for a meeting with a recruiter this morning and I realized that I can't take any of this personally. I'm just hurting my own spirit. My last freedom is how I will react to the situation in the moment according to Viktor Frankl
. Even though people may shit on you or betray you for a few dollars or a conviction that they are doing right, stooping to their level or holding onto that anger only hurts you, and they don't usually give one thought to what they've done which is ironic because their own children will inherit the "human" world they are creating this moment. Even decent people screw up, some more than others. I know I have, but as far as I know, I've never stepped on any one's rights or censored them.
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