although i would like to think that the men winning the super bowl tonight were my equals. that the stones had nothing on me. i would like to think that the harvard graduates are my intellectual peers or, for that matter, the president is no better equipped to lead this nation than i. oh, how i would write the great songs, win the big battles, take home the trophies that shout from the rooftops to all around me how truly superior i am.
my notions of greatness and superiority boil just below the surface whispering to me just how great i think i am. i am after all, ME.
then i remember. i am just a man. i am nothing in and of myself. my worth is as i had feared all along. i am worthless.
God, You give me meaning. You give me purpose and direction and the moment that i forget that i begin to feel the whisperings of how great i am.
deadly lies come in so many ways. they are, however, not quite as hard to swallow as some children's songs would have you believe. it's amazing how natural it can feel to think you're the man.
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