It was like being made into a concave mirror from a convex one, by being silvered on the opposite side. Heck. Such things happened only if I allowed it. God only knows how much longer I am gonna allow it. 21 years is a long time, you know. People become beauty queens, business barons, ethical hackers, writers, music artistes, developers, inventors and world famous award-winners by this time. People cease grappling with insecurities, indecisiveness, irresponsibilities-inspite-of-sense-of-responsibility, attachment, emotions-pulling-hither-and-thither, and influences, by this time. People become the quintessential- ‘people’, by this time. And even before that.

But not me.
Being honest and true to the core, does not help. It chugs along a train of difficulties. Putting others’ ideas first and giving them most importance, by habit, does not help. Caring for others more than they can sense coming from our exterior or can comprehend, does not help. Thinking while others don’t realize how much you have thought, does not help. Expressing less, and feeling more, does not help. This is the world of ‘Express Yourself’, after all. And expressing through tears, is worse still. They think tears are weak. Or worse still, tears are to be used in melo-drama. Heartfeltness- confused with intentions. Doom.

Anyway, there is a poem called ‘Anyway’. It carries a beautiful message. Tough to practice it in an insensitive world, but all the same, it is a landmark-specially for sensitive people.
Actually, the more I try taking control and not be a sensitive idiot, the more I become unable to do so.
It’s like- the more dirt U scrape from your back, the more dirt U are gonna get.
The more dandruff U shake out from your head, there will still be more to come out.
The more bosses hike people’s salaries, the more they have to hike it.
The more U blog and orkut, the more U do it.
The more U remove wax from your ears, there’s still more inside.

And so, things left as they are, would maybe be better.

But no. Things have to be cleaned. Got done. Continued. Coz they are vital.

This poem(Mother Teresa’s ‘Anyway’) infuses hope that sensitive idiots may live without losing heart, and without turning into insensitive idiots.

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.