"Love yourself". No. Never.

"I wish to be a different person.
Grant me that.
And I would wish it again."

We are socially-constructed parasites, barely surviving on the flattery of others and pity for ourselves. Sadly incapable of appreciating the true self, yet, busy licking off the superficiality of others- that’s us.

In the over-hyped, ‘quintessential’ race to be someone else, we are losing what we are. Randomly picking out strangers and playing “Haves and Have nots” is turning out to be our favourite game. The ‘glass is half empty’ guy is ruling this self-loathing world, for crying out loud.  

Metro guy is typical (as the name clearly suggests), just like all of them. He too finds it difficult to accept himself, but hate comes with ease. He looks around his fast moving world of trains, platforms and high population density, and what he sees is perfection in others (don’t exactly know why).

Standing right on the border of pink zone, he was impatiently waiting for his ride for 5 exhausting minutes now, although, the clock said 2 minutes. Just as he was about to wait more (because there’s nothing much he can do about it), metro arrives with blazing horn. He never couldn’t fully understand why they need a stupid horn, it’s not like they are going to get stuck in traffic or anything. Ignoring the thought, he stands firm at his position, quite confident that there’s where one of the door will open up.

 He critically studies his hazy reflection on the glass door, as the train stops where he expected. There is nothing much to adore, he thought gazing at the reflection. With couple of irritating beeps, the door smoothly opens up. His sorry image quickly fades out and he confronts a sharp, sturdy guy, fresh in his prime, about to de-board. Delicately pushing up Ray Ban’s sunglasses with the tip of the index finger, he takes a long step out, gracefully ‘minding the gap’. He elegantly turns to his left, while checking notifications on a high-priced smart phone and simultaneously adjusting the noise-bursting Skull Candy’s earphone. He starts grooving as if on a vibration mode. With every step, he generates gentle footsteps sound, diverting attention to his smart-looking loafers. Every movement was crying out “grace”, and like that he left the platform, still grooving.  

“I want to be him”, metro guy enviously mumbled to himself. 

Do you know how today’s fairy tale goes like? “Magic Mirror, on the wall, who, now, is the acceptable one of all?” And the answer will never be us.
  

Why is it so difficult to understand that by constantly feeding on the miserable thoughts of incompetence, we are only sucking out the true lively spirit out of us.

Why can’t we just love what we are, even if no one else does (especially then)!