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Acceptance? or self-denial?

Being happy, being contented and helpful to others, making others around us happy are the rarest priced possession that a person can ever get. There are so many people in this world waiting to meet a person like that and they yearn to be so. But, people live a life of endless lies and active concealment, they never tend to accept what they are when other people comment on their behavior, they never analyse their own mistakes behind those comments, but their ego comes in front of them and casts a huge curtain and there they are, getting angry, getting irritated about the comments, getting hurt and defending themselves. Their heart throbs with anger, and always accepts only flattery or genuine praise. When a person praises them, highlighting their good qualities, they readily accept their words with a huge smile on their faces, but when the same person remarks upon their minuses, they retard themselves and the other person, they are bounded by the huge barrier of ego and makes the whole situation unpleasant and negative. I am writing this from my own experience, as I am one such maniac bounded by self-flattery and self-sympathy, too ignorant and arrogant to look at my minuses when others comment about them.I really hope that I cultivate the quality of acceptance and discard arrogance and self-pity off my life. Then only, I may have the strength to accept failures and strive towards success in life, it makes life happy, peaceful and uncomplicated...

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