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Sensitive

Sometimes I don’t need big reasons to shed tears, just a little pinch and I am unstoppable. As far as I remember myself, it has always been that way, I could be hurt with a single word (not even a complete sentence). As a kid I was always told that I was morose and I believed it to be true until recently when I discovered ‘you are what you think you are’ and I replaced ‘being morose’ with ‘being sensitive’.
I am not sure how many would get it, there are some people with whom we get really comfortable, to the extent that the child in us could dare to reveal itself! What if those people didn’t react to our childlike mannerism and instead termed it childish. It would be like thrashing that child mentally; which would eventually suppress his craving for being cosseted. Probably it was always suppressed, even when this person was actually a child and so he always felt being love deprived no matter how good several other things were. 
So the probable solution is to train the mind to appreciate the brighter side of life and smile at the dimmer side. Accept the fact that together the two balance our world so they need to coexist.  An even advanced level of maturity would be to treat bright and dim alike and not being affected by either... to overcome the duality of nature (we’ll leave this philosophy for some other post.)
Also people who get hurt soon become happy sooner (a broad grin even from a stranger can lighten their day); fortunately sensitivity is not a biased peculiarity!


Just shift focus and life is beautiful already :)!!


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