Getting rid of me

We all have an internal critic. Fighting it is hard and what’s harder is when this critic becomes external… so you satisfy yourself by feeling that what is perceived may be incorrect…. Only, when you’re not… not very sure…
Then you seek the truth of it, to correct yourself… but if it’s inborn like the prints on your fingers and when there is no way out of something that posses you beyond your control… just how do you run away from it?
Sometimes I wish I just had an ordinary life and an ordinary day. Everyday is special, unique and spontaneous; only sometimes not all that pleasing.

My life is interesting and full of surprises but then there comes a time when you wish that you were like everybody else. You wish that you were not all that perceptible. You wish that you were just a silent and passive observer of matters that are known to be ‘uncontrollable’… You don’t like what others don’t… you don’t raise issues, you sit among the so called wise accepting everything that is said… you create no confusion and you cause no heart-breaks… you just remain like the rest… more peace…. more happiness… more likable character… more everything… except myself…