Sometimes, I believe, my witnessing life…to be just me.  The obvious…  The oblivion…The hate before love.  Appearing as if…a lost item in the woods.  Something that no one else can see.  Domesticated shows itself as…relative.  The tamed and knowledgeable depleting understanding and wise.  

It is as clear a thought… as a walk among the wild things.  Something only the beastly and I…can see.

RandomwordbyRuth

We can practice humility:

To speak as little as possible of one’s self.

To mind one’s own business.

Not to want to manage other people’s affairs.

To avoid curiosity.

To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.

To pass over the mistakes of others.

To accept insults and injuries.

To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.

To be kind and gentle even under provocation.

Never to stand on one’s dignity.

Mother Teresa, A Guide to Daily Living