A close friend of mine, who usually
sported a beard, clean shaved himself before a get together. When all of us
friends met, some laughed, some mocked and some thought his bearded look was
far better than the clean shaved one and asked him, I thought rudely, to shut
himself in and come out only when he had grown his beard back. But this friend
of mine seemed unaffected. When I was alone with him, I did apologise on behalf
of others for our rather kid-like behaviour.
“Don’t be sorry.” He said. “I’m
happy I took the decision.”
“What decision?” I was interested.
“Last night, I happened to look in
the mirror quite accidentally and all of a sudden realized how much I hated my
beard. And yet I was carrying it for more than three years now. Why? Simply
fearing what other’s reaction might be seeing me clean shaved. Then it struck
me: I was actually living a life which was dictated by other’s preference of me
and worse still I was wrongly calling it my
life. It was as if I was staying in my own flat but with the interior decided and
done by others. Even though I wasn’t comfortable with the interior, still I
lived by it. Whether I’m conforming to other’s perception or preference - or
whatever you want to call it – of me doesn’t scare me anymore. I agree I may
suck with this clean shaved look of mine but what the heck; it’s my choice! And
I strongly think the earlier you answer the question ‘who decides your interior’
the better!”
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2 comments:
as always awesome
It actually happens with every single person at some point of time. Some realize it and try to change and some just go with the flow thinking they are making others happy when they forget their own desire.
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