Wednesday, May 2, 2007
insecurity is a strange disease. no matter what one does, it stays snapping at one's heels. it's a constant feeling of not measuring up. it's a constant uneasiness. the desire to please everyone and to do everything perfectly plagues all the time. of course, this is not possible. so one come across as those who don't have a spine. as desperate.
it's easy for those who are more secure to judge such people. their self-worth has defined the boundaries. but insecure people also don't value themselves highly. their boundaries aren't clearly defined. they do things like most people with an inability to see life or themselves through a perception they don't own. they don't do something with a pre-mediated 'let's see how i end up looking if i do this...'. they just do it. you see their platform is different. that's how they live.
of course, to be aware of a platform that has no value in this world is different. one decides to either change or continue with their powerless lives. it's their call.