Different Perspectives
Do you recall a time that people said something about you and whatever they said was very different to how you see yourself?
I’ve always found this topic to be fascinating. There are various studies show that our self perceived image is often different to how others perceive us.
But why is that? And perhaps more importantly, who is right?
Could there be an element of self doubt, or simply being too hard on ourselves?
How could someone knows me better than myself? But at the same time, could it be possible that other people might have a better perspective to see who we truly are?!
Over the years of my life, I endured some darkest moments and lost my path a few times. There was countless time that I doubted myself to the point that I thought I was worthless. But the universe always have a funny way to fix things up and delivered various kind souls to me - especially when I needed them the most. They are like my guiding post when I’m lost and point me back to the right direction. They gave me reassurance that I was desperately needed. Mostly importantly, they seem to be able to see the “real me” instead of the “broken me”.
Despite all these, one single question remains in my head - what if they were wrong all along and I am in fact beyond fixing?
I’ve always found this topic to be fascinating. There are various studies show that our self perceived image is often different to how others perceive us.
But why is that? And perhaps more importantly, who is right?
Could there be an element of self doubt, or simply being too hard on ourselves?
How could someone knows me better than myself? But at the same time, could it be possible that other people might have a better perspective to see who we truly are?!
Over the years of my life, I endured some darkest moments and lost my path a few times. There was countless time that I doubted myself to the point that I thought I was worthless. But the universe always have a funny way to fix things up and delivered various kind souls to me - especially when I needed them the most. They are like my guiding post when I’m lost and point me back to the right direction. They gave me reassurance that I was desperately needed. Mostly importantly, they seem to be able to see the “real me” instead of the “broken me”.
Despite all these, one single question remains in my head - what if they were wrong all along and I am in fact beyond fixing?
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