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 June 18, 2021

A lesson from life:

I, or well,  more cynical version of me always thought that we desire to be loved more than we desire  to love someone. To be in love is to suffer and thus to be avoided. To be loved is so far better. So often I have thought that we begrudge our dear ones the love and confessions of same we give to them - and that we only reluctantly make them to hear them reciprocate our feelings. That may be so for most, normal people. In fact, I have seen it to be true in case of most normal people. They all secretly crave to be loved. 

But I am a loser that way too it seems. So often these days, I frown at the the idea of last, and find myself craving solely the former - to be able to say to someone honestly that I love them. And to have this emotion appreciated but not reciprocated - because reciprocation is where drama begins.

Of course, there is no one I do love. More and more like I am a pet cat who only cares for itself and its  well-being while letting humans around it look after itself as if it has a royal right to all they do for it.