REALITY CHECK:

PREJUDICE:
As a heterosexual, do you recall the day you made the conscious decision to not be gay?

Meek Is Not Weak!

Reflections On Humility And Personal Power

by Roland Kriewaldt

A sculptor loves his sculpture when it is still a blob of clay; a painter loves his painting when it is still a blank white canvas; a carver loves his carving while it is still a tree, and a composer loves his song when it is still but three notes with a magical resonance that echo the promise of a masterpiece.

I've been working on a great song for almost three months, altogether. I heard something in it when it was still an uncertain collection of grunts, noises and auditory misfires. I loved that song from the moment it was a note, and I nurtured it until it blossomed into something divine. At least in my own eyes.

This made me reflect upon humility. I realize that when I play the song to some people, they're going to love it and say "this is a great song!". And then I will say "Yes, I know. I think it's amazing!"

And that's where the problem would start for some people.

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