…is human and human beings err. We believe we all have an image (public rather) and once built we try to protect it at all costs. We expect a winning, pleasing personality everywhere. Image? What is that for? To hide our vulnerabilities and play the right cards at the right time. Why is there a constant scrutiny of hopes? Why our intentions are weighed and talks dissected? Will there ever be a day when we would be brave enough to be ourselves? Laying everything bare (chuckles)…no fear of being judged by the world (basically my family, friends, colleagues etc.). I started it on a serious note but halfway down I realized its futility …so here I am with yet another incomplete thought…
Musings '12
11 years ago
1 comment:
'a constant scrutiny of hopes'-
a lovely way to sum up the existential problem of the day.
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