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Time was when my ego was robust and strong,
And proud of its own solid, impenetrable quality,
And its sheer heaviness, though not physically visible;

That was way long ago.
Then I used to feel the weight of the ego in my head,
And feel, like Atlas, as though carrying a constant burden.

Others used to sense it too, and a few to suffer from it- from the weight of my ego!

After many years and experiences that
Lead to what they term as ‘maturity’,
There is now a palpable difference.

The ego, like anything else material, has aged,
Many a hole has been punctured in the non-material ego
By wordy barbs and by sharp shafts of cruel reality,
And by the influence of other people’s egos.

Hence it is now a well perforated and airy ego.
It is much lighter now.
It is well ventilated because of the holes,
And no words or actions can cause any further damage,

Because they pass right through.

I am enjoying my perforated ego every day now.

It's so nicely ventilated.


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