Today my mother was quarreling with my father. The topic of an esoteric debate was a heated argument about how many times the family (excluding my father, of course) had to get down from the second floor for petty things: from fetching milk from the milkman to opening the door if someone unwanted drops at the house. The response of my short-tempered father was obvious -- 'If you have problem getting down every now and then, then please don't get down. I'll do it myself.' It was rather sarcastic from his side.
Then I thought how I would have responded to her complaint? Answer: ditto.
Why is it that we fervently debate for those things that are small problems of big, unruffled circumstances?
Why do we take cognizance of what our partner didn't do out of a thousand things rather than what he/she did correctly the remaining 999 ones?
Our mind is distracted with things unimportant to us and this distraction results in an eclectic behaviour that all of us are victims of. Whether it is success or failure, if it comes ingrained with its counterpart, we proudly spot it, and take the credit of being an eagle-eyed. However no one identifies the fabric which carries it. The quality of the fabric is the quality of your behaviour. It is that what makes you -- you.
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