I’ve noticed that as I get older, two things have changed about me that seem like a paradox: I care less about what people think, but I also care more about how they feel.
As I get older, I care less about what people think. By this I mean that I am less self conscious. I like who I am, but I realize that not everyone else will. It’s part of being human that not everyone gels perfectly. I know that I may rub others the wrong way, or that I’m not going to be liked by everyone. This frees me to just be myself and not worry about making everyone like me.
At the same time, I care more about how others feel. As I get go through this life I think that my level of empathy and compassion grows. I want to live for others, make them feel valuable and encourage them to be the best they can be.
These two things seem like a paradox, but I think they can coexist inside of me, but there has to be a tension. If I truly live in a way that I disregard other’s thoughts about me, I have no way of affecting their lives. I also run the risk of isolating others if I am self serving. Not caring about what others think is not about selfishness, it’s about being free to be myself. And I hope that who I am is a compassionate and selfless person.