Me to Myself

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MY EMOTIONS, MY RESPONSIBILITY
Having told me that I am the person in charge of my emotions, I cannot play the blame game anymore. I do respond to everything around, but with a difference. I am not a stone wall with no thoughts, feelings, and emotions. My personality should be mine, my responses should be mine, and the way of talking should be mine. If I keep changing with reference to everyone I meet, then there will be nothing left in me of my own. My nature should be my nature irrespective of how, when, where, what. Our behavior is not for other people it is for us.
Will I speak sweetly to you because it makes you feel happy no? I will speak sweetly because it makes me feel nice.

Talking about a personal experience yesterday I got an email from my friend. She said you did so many good things for me but you made me feel very unhappy when you were rude to me. I said justifiably that I was tired and a big one list of justifications. But at one point I thought that if we keep giving a list of our justifications then we will proliferate our inadequacies and hide our weaknesses.


My mind its mine, but most of the time we aren’t ready to accept our actions. We need to relax and reflect on our thoughts. Let’s look at ourselves. Tomorrow again the same schedule whatever be the situation. I am not blaming out on anyone. I am not holding anyone responsible for what I feel. Because I must remember all the times that I am the creator. Whenever my mind thinks that I am sad because of this and that. I must immediately stop and say no it is me. Do I have a choice to respond in another way? What’s my nature. Let it not be influenced by personalities around me. I am the radiator of my qualities irrespective of whatever happens around me.

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