Some of you commented with answers to those questions from the last post. You're a brave bunch; that's why I like you so much. That self-worth stuff is a tough one. I can go for weeks feeling a sense of confidence in who I am and what I'm to be doing and then bam! one word from the right (maybe wrong) person and I'm three steps back. Please know I'm not talking about thinking that I'm God's gift to the planet or anything; I'm talking about believing that I belong, that I matter, that my self has worth.
Another tough aspect of the self-worth thing is that there may be a consensus of voices out there conspiring against me, but many days the chorus of voices within are the ones shouting the loudest. I've said it before and I'll say it again, self-hatred is a monkey on the backs of us all. And some days, it's a jungle in here.
As to that second question, I really believe the advice I'd give to graduating college seniors would be: choose your life. Maybe it's more clearly stated as know the things you love, and go after them, so that when you lay your head on the pillow at night and you re-collect the day, you're able to say when I had the choice today, I chose the things I love.
I know that gets shaky and like someone commented, our vices can be rather, well, vicey. But even beneath those vices, I believe lies desire, albeit screwed-up a little, but it still can reveal something about us and the longings of our heart. It takes some wrestling to get beneath those vices, maybe the length of a lifetime; that's why courage is so very, very important, both for ourselves and those we call friend.
There are days when it just seems I cannot choose or something or someone is choosing otherwise for me. I trust you know what I mean. Foggy Blogger (always appreciate your comments, my friend) mentioned the classic predestined/freewill debate. FB, I'm at the point in life where instead of Calvin and Arminius, I'm putting my money on Calvin and Hobbes, wherein I find such truths as these: Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won't help and What fun is it being cool if you can't wear a sombrero?
Some days, life'll choose for you, but if you get the chance to sit it out or dance, I hope you'll wear the sombrero.