working in the crative fields makes us vulnurable of pride. this is what i noticed so far during my internship, observing my own tendency of being proud of what i made anytime the boss try to give credit.
I never realized ’bout this tendency until one of the coleague criticize my design -apparently am not a person who can easily accept criticisms, hehe- i try to always be reserved for compliments, but always, deep inside, human nature strikes. It’s like an overexaggerrated happiness mixed with superiority and greatness. but somehow it’s like super sweet sugar that corrodes your teeth when it’s too much. you like it, but you know it’s not good. The weird part is that whenever you hear good things about your work, you feel good about yourself (it’s not a relieve that you feel for accomplishing your work well, but sometimes we take it as a compliment), but whenever it is being criticized, you always get hurt. The same thing applies to your belongings: your house, your car, your shirt, your family members etc.
when we attribute anything outside our body as part of ourselves, when it gets hurt, our heart gets hurt too. it then reminds me of what we ‘really’ do own in this world… nothing. all things that we initially attribute ourselves with, eventually will never be ours. not even our body.
what do we proud ourselves with? what do we get hurt for?
10.23.06 / 9pm
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