30 July 2010
Let's face it. How many of us here are independent?
How many of us can actually say: "I am independent."?
I know we've all had dreams of being independent, as all kids growing up do. We want to make our own decisions, exude an air of confidence and poise, being self-sufficient. Many of the people I know have stopped being kids and started being, well, adults. They do their own thing, dress to kill in their smart suit or sexy dress, and get their own job to support their lifestyle. They have passed through some intangible barrier from child to grown-up by simply being independent.
Or are they?
If we could peel a person open like an onion, right down to the last layer, what would we find? Would he truly be independent? Or does he have darker motives within? Since young, we have craved for attention. From the earliest moments, we wanted to be cared for, loved, nurtured. Growing up is no different. We want our parents to look at us, be proud of us. We seek our friends approval. We love the encouragement and for people to cheer us on. We expect gratitude when we help others.
Well, it has been a long time since I have touched this.
And I shall leave this post unfinished.
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30 July 2010
Let's face it. How many of us here are independent?
How many of us can actually say: "I am independent."?
I know we've all had dreams of being independent, as all kids growing up do. We want to make our own decisions, exude an air of confidence and poise, being self-sufficient. Many of the people I know have stopped being kids and started being, well, adults. They do their own thing, dress to kill in their smart suit or sexy dress, and get their own job to support their lifestyle. They have passed through some intangible barrier from child to grown-up by simply being independent.
Or are they?
If we could peel a person open like an onion, right down to the last layer, what would we find? Would he truly be independent? Or does he have darker motives within? Since young, we have craved for attention. From the earliest moments, we wanted to be cared for, loved, nurtured. Growing up is no different. We want our parents to look at us, be proud of us. We seek our friends approval. We love the encouragement and for people to cheer us on. We expect gratitude when we help others.
Well, it has been a long time since I have touched this.
And I shall leave this post unfinished.
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