No one was meant to see hell before they got there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.
Self-confidence is not the same thing as ego. This is not to say that the two don__ (frequently) dance hand in hand down the street, pushing over old ladies in crosswalks and kicking baby kittens. But they are definitely not the same entity. Ego is thinking you have all the answers. Self-confidence is knowing you don__ have the answers, but being pretty sure that you will be able to find them.
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Self-confidence is not the same thing as ego. This is not to say that the two don__ (frequently) dance hand in hand down the street, pushing over old ladies in crosswalks and kicking baby kittens. But they are definitely not the same entity. Ego is thinking you have all the answers. Self-confidence is knowing you don__ have the answers, but being pretty sure that you will be able to find them.
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