So much that we look down in ourselves are actually parts of us we loathe. We give it names such as 'madness' and 'forgetting ourselves', but we refuse to see how it is only the naked self that is manifest. For we cannot love it in us and are ashamed of it, we extricate it from us as if its only an outgrowth, that has to be merely plucked away and a soothing ointment applied to restore us to our 'former self'. Why harbour such delusions? Why lull ourselves to this deception? Are we such cowards?
If only we would acknowledge it; we could easily correct ourselves. Isn't identifying our weaknesses essential for our growth? Isn't it exhilarating, in a way? The revelations invigorate me. Which is why I’m curious enough to ask if they do the same to you, if you do it?
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