less about me, and more about others.

I have been in many circumstances that I shy away from interactions because I think it should not be that way.

I tend to run away from recognition, or even appreciation because most of the times I fell short of my target and it is easy to make myself the target of the target.

Sooner, I became detached. I despised awards, I even despised my own birthday, up to a point. Because I think I don’t deserve them.

But not all revolves me. Certainly when it is about others. I try to be empathetic towards others that I think their joyous occasions petty. I hate that I keep doing so, seating on my made-up pedestal, looking down on people’s moment of bliss.