Constant battle between Ego and Alter ego.
There is a thin line between ego and esteem. Ego is the stepping stone to narcissism , while alter-ego is sheer closeness in friendship. Sometimes demarcation between the two becomes a formidable task to accomplish. Human behavior can be associated well with territories. Territories are prized possessions of their respective owners, and any transgression renders a feud. Now similarly, each human is unparalleled, when it comes to their attributes. No two individuals can be of twin characteristics, the differences are evident on the exterior and interior both. People do not like to be questioned about why they are behaving in a way that seems wrong to others, because that is their nature,and they do not want to change it. Superficial beaming is a gesture , when the concept of alter-ego is non existent. And heartfelt happiness is a sentiment, experienced in true friendship, where barricades of ego are put aside, and a companionship is intercalated to radiate warmth and credibility.
The differences and similarities of two individuals, if blended in equal proportions can lead to a blooming comradery, however if quantified wrongly, an imbalance prevails and ,a vengeful rivalry is bound to consummate. The animated prattle changes it’s nature to a murky lull .The relation becomes akin to stretched rubber. The amicable gestures are reduced to contorted expressions. The fort of amiability crumbles into an estranged demeanor. A fumbling discourse takes place, where thoughts are churned and processed in a machine like manner, delivered in a monotonous tone. Each other’s presence becomes painful like thorns of a rose. The rose which was earlier personified as blossoming companionship now serves as a symbol of affliction. The survival of friendship hangs by a thread. A single erroneous movement , and bang on ,the dart hits the target of animosity and hatred. This marks the victory of ego over alter-ego. Ego is a part of our existence, however if Ego becomes our existence then the harbingers of loyalty,faithfulness and concordance stop, visiting mankind.
The fruits of the precious and delicate bond, turn sour. SUGAR-COATEDNESS was never predominant, but now every single morsel of sweetness wanes away like the moon. The boat that sailed smoothly earlier, now takes a sharp turn and abruptly gets off course. It is destined to succumb to the currents or sail right through the unnerving and daunting waves, the endeavors to withstand the menacing currents is the conclusive factor. And they infer that whether the ship of friendship has sailed triumphantly, or has sunk into the fathomless sea of despair, grudges and ill-will. We confide in our alter ego, because our closest companions become confidantes after earning our confidence. Our deepest secrets, our fears capable of giving us goose-bumps, our strengths and weaknesses are now well comprehended by our trustworthy aides.
However, when the fire of misunderstanding is ignited in the hearts of friends, then a fiery battle between ego and alter-ego commences. Words are shot like arrows. We tend to take each other’s weaknesses for granted. Touching one’s underbelly ,is like opening Pandora’s box and soliciting the spiteful demons.
Friendship is a maze, which can be be easily solved by putting two and two together, that is , by mutual ” l “and “e” contract. Listening , lecturing, entrusting and endearing. It is a mystery of underlying sentiments that can be unraveled by jovial mateyness, open arms and selfless motives. Annihilation of the very foundation of this prestigious building renders a double whammy, loss of both the person and the relation creating a void incapable of being filled. Relationships should begin with a friendly footing, without haste, since it renders waste. Getting to know each other should be a sluggish movement, as this gradually accelerates the interlocking, and imbibes congeniality. Ego and alter-ego are both black and white respectively. The colour black absorbs all the vibrancy of our lives while white reflects the wavelengths of happiness. At times, when the key of the golden locker of friendship is handed over to ego, vanity supersedes all kind gestures, causing distress and grief.
Looking back with a thought that things will fall in the right place, is painstaking, it seems like a victory unachievable, however, we cannot prophesize, since destiny grapples our life, and turns it according to our actions and not wishful thinking. So the ray of hope should always be kept rejuvenated.
Ego and Alter- ego are synonymous with the Chinese symbol of Yin and yang, instead of complementing and fulfilling each other, like light and shadow ,they become contrasting characters, like fire and water, having a cut-throat war just like adversaries. Forging relationships is like smoldering our lives with the charcoal of fraud. Essence of living life is having relationships worthy of cherishing .
Friendship is being lunatic , going berserk, making a monkey out of ones self infront of each other, having fun at each other’s expense, being a victim of mockery, serving as the venting and vending machine both . We humans with our alter-egos define the epitome of friendship. Life is too short to sow seeds of hatred . Hatching wicked plans , muttering in a stifled tone against the friend turned foe is like digging a hole in one’s own delight.
Short term sadistic pleasures construct long term malice and wreck the walls of humanity. Practicality is practically everywhere. We tend to drown our mind and soul in the well of guilt, and cleansing the soul becomes a far fetched desire. Therefore sensibility lies in burying hatchets. Life is all about giving, it is about mutual insight of viewpoints, and comprehension of feelings. Life should be a lyrical melody, and not a composition of sardonic verses.
The differences and similarities of two individuals, if blended in equal proportions can lead to a blooming comradery, however if quantified wrongly, an imbalance prevails and ,a vengeful rivalry is bound to consummate. The animated prattle changes it’s nature to a murky lull .The relation becomes akin to stretched rubber. The amicable gestures are reduced to contorted expressions. The fort of amiability crumbles into an estranged demeanor. A fumbling discourse takes place, where thoughts are churned and processed in a machine like manner, delivered in a monotonous tone. Each other’s presence becomes painful like thorns of a rose. The rose which was earlier personified as blossoming companionship now serves as a symbol of affliction. The survival of friendship hangs by a thread. A single erroneous movement , and bang on ,the dart hits the target of animosity and hatred. This marks the victory of ego over alter-ego. Ego is a part of our existence, however if Ego becomes our existence then the harbingers of loyalty,faithfulness and concordance stop, visiting mankind.
The fruits of the precious and delicate bond, turn sour. SUGAR-COATEDNESS was never predominant, but now every single morsel of sweetness wanes away like the moon. The boat that sailed smoothly earlier, now takes a sharp turn and abruptly gets off course. It is destined to succumb to the currents or sail right through the unnerving and daunting waves, the endeavors to withstand the menacing currents is the conclusive factor. And they infer that whether the ship of friendship has sailed triumphantly, or has sunk into the fathomless sea of despair, grudges and ill-will. We confide in our alter ego, because our closest companions become confidantes after earning our confidence. Our deepest secrets, our fears capable of giving us goose-bumps, our strengths and weaknesses are now well comprehended by our trustworthy aides.
However, when the fire of misunderstanding is ignited in the hearts of friends, then a fiery battle between ego and alter-ego commences. Words are shot like arrows. We tend to take each other’s weaknesses for granted. Touching one’s underbelly ,is like opening Pandora’s box and soliciting the spiteful demons.
Friendship is a maze, which can be be easily solved by putting two and two together, that is , by mutual ” l “and “e” contract. Listening , lecturing, entrusting and endearing. It is a mystery of underlying sentiments that can be unraveled by jovial mateyness, open arms and selfless motives. Annihilation of the very foundation of this prestigious building renders a double whammy, loss of both the person and the relation creating a void incapable of being filled. Relationships should begin with a friendly footing, without haste, since it renders waste. Getting to know each other should be a sluggish movement, as this gradually accelerates the interlocking, and imbibes congeniality. Ego and alter-ego are both black and white respectively. The colour black absorbs all the vibrancy of our lives while white reflects the wavelengths of happiness. At times, when the key of the golden locker of friendship is handed over to ego, vanity supersedes all kind gestures, causing distress and grief.
Looking back with a thought that things will fall in the right place, is painstaking, it seems like a victory unachievable, however, we cannot prophesize, since destiny grapples our life, and turns it according to our actions and not wishful thinking. So the ray of hope should always be kept rejuvenated.
Ego and Alter- ego are synonymous with the Chinese symbol of Yin and yang, instead of complementing and fulfilling each other, like light and shadow ,they become contrasting characters, like fire and water, having a cut-throat war just like adversaries. Forging relationships is like smoldering our lives with the charcoal of fraud. Essence of living life is having relationships worthy of cherishing .
Friendship is being lunatic , going berserk, making a monkey out of ones self infront of each other, having fun at each other’s expense, being a victim of mockery, serving as the venting and vending machine both . We humans with our alter-egos define the epitome of friendship. Life is too short to sow seeds of hatred . Hatching wicked plans , muttering in a stifled tone against the friend turned foe is like digging a hole in one’s own delight.
Short term sadistic pleasures construct long term malice and wreck the walls of humanity. Practicality is practically everywhere. We tend to drown our mind and soul in the well of guilt, and cleansing the soul becomes a far fetched desire. Therefore sensibility lies in burying hatchets. Life is all about giving, it is about mutual insight of viewpoints, and comprehension of feelings. Life should be a lyrical melody, and not a composition of sardonic verses.
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