DAY 13
I new day and a new fight. This morning I really had trouble getting up, now I was at a meeting with another institution (our national TV broadcast house) and I really did my best to give as much as I could. I wasn't leading the meeting, so i was not central. Maybe I didn't give enough, but in any case we made some really good deals. It was a total success.
I keep thinking, could I work there, am I good enough to be working there? I am not that sure that I could. And that really, as you know, makes me want to act out. Oh dear.
There were also so many beautiful girls there - television, it's normal I guess. So if I would work there, would I have an affair, would I fall even deeper. If I were to become really good at what I do, would I fall deeper, could I resist all the pretty girls. I started thinking about this place, about GYE and thought, well this is a rock I can cling too, here is where quality is meassured.
I need that. I need to know what is truth, honest quality. That is what I truly wish, true quality of work and life.
Anyway, I would like to work there. That is also true.
I once did subtitles for them, a translation to be precise. And that didn't work out, they asked me to come down there and we had to go through them together. I found out that I made really many mistakes and that my translation as it was, was not good enough for broadcast.
Some years later I did another translation for them. And at that time I did a translation into the foreign language - german. They really liked it and I did quite many. So that's it.
Uf, I would like to work there. But I feel like I am not good enough, not worthy enough. And if I were, then I get lost in that fame feeling.
Anyway, work is concerned here. I need to set some standards according to other of course. But that always brings that feeling of frustration.
So many defects of character: fear, frustration, quest for honour, vanity and a superficial relationship to translating, to art, to work, to people.
Man, I feel like success means: a big paycheck, a nice car, a big house and women at your feet. That is superficial. And on the other side, I would realy like to be modest and I would like to find Hashem in everything.
I really do have issues and it seems like I don't even care about searching for quality, true happiness and to make my wife and my coworkers happy, make them feel worthy and least but not least, why don't I have the same power drive to seek for Hashem.
I don't.
Please Hashem, remove these defects of character. I haven't acted out today, but from where I stand, I have to think, feel deeper. These feelings seem far worse then the acting out, you know. As if the acting out kind of distorted the truth. Once I acted out, nothing else seemed important - only the addiction. I had just one problem - the addiction. Did I act out in order to have only one problem? I acted out to have only one pain - that pain I could handle...
But it is not totaly true, I can't handle the pain from falling, it hurts to much.
But this pain I am feeling in face of my own disgusting thoughts. Dear oh dear. Please Hashem, remove these defects of character.