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Sep 2014
Why wasn’t it accepted? Is it not good? It’s as good as anyone else’s. Who determines what is accepted and what isn’t, and why are they given such a privilege of deciding? How did they earn it, assuming they did? Did they try; did they work harder than I?



When it comes to acceptance of any sort, these are the basic questions I pose. It’s impossible not to compare myself to others, as the world in which we live demands so; it seems to all be a competition, where the standards are high, varying across many different areas to be judged. Do I fall short, even surrounded by incompetence?



It all seems to be about survival. Whatever is necessary to advance needs to be done, and even if progression is unlikely, sustaining is required. There is no other alternative in life, as falling behind leads to ultimate extinction.



How do you reconcile such conflicting thoughts and emotions?



The differences are obvious while the similarities are astonishing.
L A Lamb
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