Shells so paper thin
That just the slightest knock
Can open up a crack.
The yolk may stay inside
But the damage done
Can scare the the careful,
Those who need their outer shell
To stay intact
For fear that life will seep through cracks
And never will return.
The ego is a funny thing. I never really thought about it while I was drinking because I was so oblivious to the destruction that I caused everywhere I went. In my eyes, I was right and anybody who disagreed was just being mean.
Since getting sober I’ve really taken a good hard look at that behaviour and I realise it’s the ego. And it’s a very fragile thing. We need an ego to protect ourselves in the big, bad world, but it’s important not to let it get too big for you to control.
If your ego does get out of hand, remember that fragility. It’s no stronger than the shell of an egg and if somebody comes along and stomps on it, I can assure you, it will not be a very pleasant experience.
So, look after yourself and keep your ego in check. And be aware that when you are being attacked, it’s probably less about you and more about the other person’s ego feeling a bit dented. Just go out into the world and love others as much as you can. Trust me, it rubs off on people like fairy dust.