At times I am filled with a deep sense of disgust and pity at the way I have been conducting myself. But I never learn. I keep repeating the same mistakes all over again. And then I resolve again, as I have done so many times, that I will not let myself be myself ever again.
Perhaps the most shattering of all these discoveries was the revelation that I am a misfit everywhere. Neither a sportsman, nor a brilliant student, neither a prankster, nor a loner, I find myself lost in an attempt to define what I stand for. I am not emotional, but I do have a heart which cares for others and wants to be cared for in the same way. And, to make matters worse, I got away with all of this in the world that I come from but which find no acceptance in this new world that I have thrust myself into.
But changing yourself is not very easy, especially when you find it hard to believe that you are wrong in the first place. What exactly is wrong in expecting that you are important too in the lives of those who are important to you… what exactly is wrong in expecting that when you work hard, people appreciate your efforts but when you don’t, they make you correct your mistakes....