Sometimes resentment towards others is actually resentment towards yourself. It's not that you are jealous of your charm, it's that you are resentful that you can't live up to your expectations. In front of those I love and care about, I am often more disappointed with my mediocrity, my shortcomings, and I can't be as beautiful and sunny as you. Paranoid selfishness is the only uniqueness that can be possessed, and it is also a cowardly cover for hurting others and hurting oneself.
I used to think that I had an old soul that was out of tune with the surroundings and difficult to get along with others. But it's actually just one missing person who turned me into the heroine of a cute and funny cartoon.
In fact, we are all so ordinary, so ordinary that only the people I care about care about me, so ordinary that we are grateful and cherish every little surprise and warmth, so ordinary that we can be happy and satisfied without needing to blaze new trails.
We just need to be willing to be ordinary.
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