“`What am I and what is my self-respect?

self-respect-1203169164293791-2-thumbnail-4This is a popular word on the lips of cultured people and very specially used.
I spent my life in this word, but I never used it. If someone rejected or spurned me, I never visited them a second time. If life rejected or affronted these people, I sided with them. How a statement was made was more important for me then why it was made. Why it was made had no effect on me. People around me would say, “She is mad. She follows blindly those who insult her. She has no self-respect.”
Their words of insult and humiliation would direct me towards them. How could I pay any heed to this word? This word that sits couched in a sweet garb was in no capacity to stem the flow of my feelings.
What am I and what is my self-respect?

Others’ indifference towards us awakens our sense of self-respect. If we show indifference to our personal life, why will this sense not wake up? My feelings do not stand in need of any word, nor is my life in need of any rebuke or censure. How can a life that is under the confinement of words, honour and praise anybody? These words determine the limits of life. How can we feel proud of this line of demarcation?
My ‘self’ is mine and it safeguards my feelings and emotions. Credit goes to it because it realizes the twinges of others; even though, the other fellows are the same to who insulted them. For what it was then in no longer now, and what I am now, I was not then. This is my self-respect, which is quite valuable for my ‘self’.

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