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Bittersweet

We are so used to hearing good things about ourselves that we start craving to hear more of them just to affirm that those good things are indeed a true picture of our self. Once in a while when life does give us a dose of bitterness.. we strive hard to sweeten it. Can't we ever learn to take the bitterness as just another taste?

Why is it easier for us to accept the flaws in others and make space for it in our lives and yet we are so intolerant of our own flaws that we do not even want to acknowledge their presence?

Ego - truly is an invincible defense ...it does sometimes become.. a cross we bear.

5 Responses to “Bittersweet”

  1. # Blogger QuickSilver

    both of us have been doing too much self introspection...now why dont we just pick a third person for character analysis...

    ...time to get back to normal :)  

  2. # Blogger Trauma Queen

    human nature?
    you think the demi gods of graeco-roman myths were any different?  

  3. # Blogger phreakv6

    naish post..
    no more compliments for u here..
    dont start craving to hear more..
    :)  

  4. # Blogger sou

    @ quicksilver - hmmm.. good idea! how about one of these two :)

    @ tvnmcb - what graeco-roman demi gods ya... how am i to know if they also go through same trauma as me the mere mortal :P

    @ phreak - u crave sth you have experienced atleast once.. so what r u talking about when u say "no more" compliments? and btw what are compliments..hmm? :D  

  5. # Blogger autogato

    Oh, I think it is wonderful to crave nice things. Well, maybe not crave, but to enjoy them when we get them. I think that we all want to feel appreciated on some level, and to feel as though we are viewed as worthwhile by others.  

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