Call me a spoilt only kid, but I have always been treated like a princess at home: not so much in materialistic terms, but definitely when it comes to affection, attention and appreciation…
Call me a lucky girl who always had her way, but I have always been pampered by my friends: not too many of them, but definitely when it comes to roommates, flat mates, batch mates and colleagues…
Call me a corporate slob cushioned by MNC policies, but I have always been offered things without even asking for them: money, respect, freedom and more recently, power…
Is that why I expect so much more from life because I am used to it?
Is that why I am easily disappointed when people let me down?
Is that why I am so unforgiving to people I care about?
Is that why my life is a complicated web of sheer happiness, longing and despair?
4 comments:
the luckier you are, the more unhappy you are.
@sb
you forget they are insanely happier also at times...
I know, but that is the trade-off. You win some, you lose some. You win a lot, you lose a lot.
:)
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