“I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries” Theodore Isaac Rubin
I have been told by others from time to time that I am too much. Too intense, too demanding, too something. We all may have an overabundence of a particular trait that we frame in the negative. As we go about the business of choosing what our life will look like, would we really choose to diminish ourselves?
Embracing who we are in all of our extremes is a challenge at times; humor helps I think. When I find myself running off at the mouth, I inwardly laugh and think, “there I go again”. It is a harmless acknowledgement of the otherwise negative,” I talk too much”. People with large personalities are a vital ingredient in the soup of life. The flamboyant, the enthusiastic, the highly charged, highly motivated introduce big ideas, inspire us to loftier thought and action if we do not allow ourselves to be intimidated and overwhelmed by their very presence. And if we are one of the bigger than life personae in one manner or topic, we owe it to ourselves and the grand mix not to scale back, tone it down, shut it off at the source.
It is not the “fool in me” that needs love, it is the message of too much that we need to reframe. If we are not one who loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, laughs and cries; are we fully human? We are not fools to have a full range of emotion, the ability to err and fail, we are merely the less than perfect beings among an entire sea of beings all imperfect in their own ways. There is joy to be found in embracing our quirks, laughing at our foibles, loving all the ingredients that make us unique; accepting our humanness.