In the cool summer breeze that blows,
I feel you soothe me.
In the voice of ocean waves, so low,
I feel you move me
As deep as the forest's roots go,
I feel you love me.
Eyes like clear mountain stream,
Object of a young man's dream.
Scent like the fresh air of spring
Take me high, give me wings
But parting is such, I was told,
Your hand I cannot hold.
I was living on a lie,
I have only clear blue sky
To feel you.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Me, myself, and...
I often wonder about how much of who we are is actually who we are. We present ourselves in a particular way to the world around us, we put certain thoughts across to the people we meet, and there is an image that the world has of each one of us. How much of this image comes "naturally" to us? Is it really in our nature to behave the way we behave? Not totally. There is something that we put on every time before we leave home, something we put on every time we have to meet someone- rather like makeup. This makeup kit comprises different cosmetics: the way we think we should behave, the way we have been told to behave (upbringing), and our general notions of how to make any particular interaction successful (how to behave in an interview, the "rights" and "wrongs" while going on a date...).
This bothers me. It bothers me that I cant be the way I was born to be, that for the sake of making daily ride through this roller-coaster world smoother, I have to wear this makeup. There is so much in my behaviour that is certainly a natural part of my character. I am very sensitive to it, and it needles me every now and then. And I can feel it when someone does the same with me- I can see their makeup, and I feel like telling them that they need not go through the trouble of wearing it. It is most conspicuous in large social gatherings- in dinner parties, dance clubs, business conferences- this is when it chokes me the most.
I try to rid myself of this habit as much as possible. The remnants of it, I treat as a necessary evil. I mean c'mon yaar ! Just be yourself, just do your thing.
This bothers me. It bothers me that I cant be the way I was born to be, that for the sake of making daily ride through this roller-coaster world smoother, I have to wear this makeup. There is so much in my behaviour that is certainly a natural part of my character. I am very sensitive to it, and it needles me every now and then. And I can feel it when someone does the same with me- I can see their makeup, and I feel like telling them that they need not go through the trouble of wearing it. It is most conspicuous in large social gatherings- in dinner parties, dance clubs, business conferences- this is when it chokes me the most.
I try to rid myself of this habit as much as possible. The remnants of it, I treat as a necessary evil. I mean c'mon yaar ! Just be yourself, just do your thing.
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