a fetish for live-with-ability

” We are here to explore our potential, conduce to humanity rather than finding evidences to bear out our live-with-ability. “

To be as you feel yourself a good person and focus on doing what you want to do – is being a good person and is enough.

Sometimes being that un-live-with-able person is a blessing in disguise. For a start, if you remain latched onto the idea of life that is contingent on the acceptability or live-with-ability most probably the bubble will soon burst. As you can never live another’s wish, the damn thing will sink without trace. When you look around and reflect on whys, the dynamics will get clearer.

When you’re with someone who carries a sense of failure, just take a birds-eye view and most probably you will figure it out -unlike creatives, the focus is not on the self and it doesn’t grow.

In good conscience, just because I didn’t fulfill my ambition doesn’t entitle me to thwart another person. By the canon of responsibility, the person who is focused on the self will identify and acknowledge the discomfort, find ways to address and solve his problem as there is never any merit in announcing that someone is doing what you couldn’t and declaring the person as un-live-with-able.

Often successful people lurch from one crisis to another as success, for the most part, is a journey from failure to failure. But your identity doesn’t need to hinge on your failures or environmental conditions so that you do not dash off for pulling someone up and projecting it onto others. True measure of success is not how wrong/small/poor/incapable someone else is, but how you enjoy your dance, your lyrics. If your definition of success is festered with the former, most probably it will tinge all your achievements regardless.

Concocting your own definition of success doesn’t mandate to live high on the hog or curry favour with your bosses. Flatter yourself with everything that brings you home, instead. There is nothing wrong with being a journey that is still progressing.

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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