A friend once commented about me being much too proud, and way too stubborn. I never thought much of that, until recently when I started wondering why God made me the way he did. Given another chance, I would have done a whole lot of things differently. It wouldn't have been me wanting to have my own way, to prove the world wrong, to show everyone I can well manage a one-man show. I wouldn't have thought that miracles come easy, together with an extremely gross estimaton of my capabilities. I should have admitted my mistakes the moment I felt things were going astray, to ask for forgiveness, to try to atone for my sins and make those who care feel that little better. I would have told him that I love him before we drifted so far apart. But it is part of my innate nature that i behaved the way I did. Indeed, to state that" God made me this way, and therefore I shall remain as he made me" is a blatant excuse. Yet it is one I shall abide by. Call it inertia, call it plain stubbornness, or as he said, some sort of a bovine nature. In any case, I am not ready to change.