"I must learn to love the fool in me--the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool." -- Theodore I. Rubin, MD
I admit that I feel quite disheartened with the words as well as those walking mannequins around me, and how angry I am when words try to stab, prick and puncture me like I am just a nobody. I won't change the way I am, just for the sake of seeking for your praises and approvals. You won't see a single halo above my head if you look closely, so expect not me being too kind that would give you kisses and profuse hellos or a person that can be pushed around like a shopping cart. I am just a mere human. I make mistakes and that makes me feel alive.
I smiled a lot, but I tell you, I hesitate not to spit on your face sooner or later.
Just don't push the wrong button, friend.