perceptive projection

I got angry with my brother today. It happens not often. But it happens.

I am not going to talk about it in depth other than to say I got quite angry with him. This is the third time I think. The kind of anger people rarely see me in and rightly fear. The kind of anger that made him cry. Again.  

However, it comes to my attention to wonder why we are so different. He and I. It is as if that when I was born with my traits from my parents, I took all of them, leaving nothing behind for him to inherit. My love of singing, my love for art, my love for writing, my understanding of others, my compassion, my sense of responsiblity, and so on and so forth. He got none of it. What I have, I have too much. What I don't have, he got them in abundance. Unfortunately, it seems I got all the good sides from both parents, whereas he got the not so good sides from them, including the trait of not wanting to change for the better.

In the end of the day, after the anger and such, all I could do is sigh and hope that he'd grow to acquire some wisdom about his own life.

Like I told him, his life is his to live, not ours.