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pretence

I just fail to realize why people pretend to understand, where it's only required to love.

Love of humanity or that of self, stems not as much as from understanding but probably more from simply accepting.

Though, the hardest of tasks in life is may be to ‘accept’. No matter the acceptance is of self or of someone else. With most of us striving to perfect ourselves over years and decades of our lives, there is something very crucial that we just forget to acknowledge, approval is probably the key element to improvement.

Though, we might seek that same approval from the ones around us we are heartless enough to keep ourselves devoid of the same for ourselves. Habituated of keeping ourselves from the pleasure of ‘consent’ that is derived from the mere knowledge of the fact that something we are doing is not being condemned. We somehow over the period of time lose the ability to support others in the endeavors of their lives. Inhumane as we become we forget that a small gesture of letting people know that your opinion is in favor of what they do or they stand for is a high enough for someone to push their strengths to newfound limits.

Why do we make simple things in life so tough and complex? Lacking the knack of appreciating the simple things, lacking the capabilities to be honest, why do we end up in pretence?
So dishonest to our own selves, why do we expect honest feelings from others? Having no understanding of our own, what can we expect from others?
Being nothing but a mass of pretence, never do we shed the armor around us. Trying so hard to keep every emotion at bay, why do we underestimate our abilities to remain untouched?

Not wanting to be what we are, how can we expect love and not pretence?

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