“He’s his own worst enemy…”, I mumbled to myself.
And it does seem to be true: he’s a slave to his own desires, no matter how destructive; blind to the warning signs posted on the road he travels; deaf to the wise counsel offered by family and friends.
Who was I talking about? It doesn’t matter, really, because my next thought was: Aren’t we all our own worst enemy? After all, what the apostle preached surely applies to each of us:
Two Heads are Better Than One 