‘I am finished.’
In it, you lower the Self.
‘I should not have done.’
In it, you depreciate the Self.
‘It’s my fault.’
In it, you blame the Self.
‘But for she, I would have..’
In it, you have a scapegoat.
‘I am utterly poor.’
In it, you deprive the Self.
‘I should ever be first.’
In it, you make irrational the Self.
‘She should love me.’
In it, you make unrealistic the Self.
‘No use of living.’
In it, plunged to depression is the Self.
The way you think is
The way you become.
14.03.2000, Palakkad
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