They say more about me than they say about them.
I caught myself complaining about a person the other day. It started as a description of a situation, but I quickly turned it personal. I went from the series of events to a list of personality features, and the more I went down that road, the stranger the words tasted.
I realized that the things I don’t like in others reveal very often what I don’t like about myself, what I’m lacking, or what I wish I had/were.
When I get frustrated by somebody being late, I am reminded of my need to control and stick to paths I have decided.
When I get angry at somebody for being stubborn, I see my own stubbornness.
When I get anxious for getting somebody’s validation, I see my old fears of rejection and loneliness, and I have to remind myself that the only validation I need is my own.
My reality is indeed a reflection of what I carry inside.