Don’t know if this ever happens to you, but at some times, I almost get a vicarious thrill, when others (even some who are very close to me) are in peril.
I think, its the damned pessimist in me, that keeps shooting, “aha!! now you are no longer picture perfect!!”.
If there is one thing, I want to even up before my new little beginnings, it this souped up weirdness. I have always wished people well (modesty was never my style :-), now I want to make sure I think like from their vantage point too, almost wanting to feel their pain, and stop getting delighted in their hour of grief and challenge.
Help me, Little Buddha. The evil that men (like me) do :-)
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