Are you as tolerant as I am?

Yelka the Mute

Do we have a right to die?

Yelka the mute
I’ve been thinking lately, before saying something, anything, WHY is it that I’m telling them precisely THAT at that precise moment.  What’s behind what I’m conveying?  It takes a lot of practice, believe me.  I requires thinking about two (or more) things at THE SAME TIME.  Talking about one concept and thinking about another. My conclusion:  I guess I’m TRYING TO GET SOMETHING from the other person(s). It could be anything.  Lately I noticed a lot of need for validation.  I need someone to let me know I’m on the right track, doing the right thing. Is this really necessary?  In the name of efficiency, I would say no.  

Dilemma
Tolerance can be a curse.  I guess that’s just me questioning myself. I consider myself a very tolerant person.  When someone’s opinion differs from my own, I don’t automatically assume I’m right and they’re wrong.  I try to see it from their point of view.  The curse comes when I start to doubt myself, since I can see it from both points of views. Opinions are just that.  They’re not right or wrong, and everyone’s entitled to having one.  And in their minds they are correct, so why even bother? I guess my tolerance turned into complacency. But one thing’s for sure:  You sleep on the bed that you made.