Sharp

I don’t think I was born this way, but in this culture I learned to form sharp edges. I learned to be competitive, how to be better than others, a habit hard to break. I learned that sports are about winning, which I did little of. Grades were for me about ranking. That I did well.

Critical thinking was taught more about rejecting than about developing insight. I learned the lessons of how to avoid or dominate others, especially those who could cause me harm.

It is so easy to develop sharp edges in our society. It takes hard work to resist the sharpening wheel. It is challenging to become soft, caring and cuddly, especially if one is male. I choose to be tender, not sharp, with anyone I meet.