Wow! This is deep and rich. We constantly seek approval from people who don’t give a shit about us. I remember, asking an acquaintance what he thought of me. His response left me feeling inadequate.

As much as it infuriated me, I somehow held back because I believed his analysis of me was right. That line of thought screwed me up for a while, and then one day, it hit me as if I had woken from a deep dream. He barely knew me. He didn’t know what I have been through, where I come from, what I do with my life on a daily, so how could he know me? Since that day, I stopped asking people what they thought of me and started showing them what they should know about me.