The young fellow who cleans our cars came for his salary this morning. When I asked him his name, he said it hesitantly, in a low voice as though he was apologizing to me for his very existence on earth. And I thought of the irony of it. So convinced are we of our worthlessness, so brainwashed are we that we must do this, be that, for our lives to be 'worthwhile'. All our lives, we seek our worth in another's love, possessions, achievements and so on. We are kings in garbs of beggars, forgetful of our truth. We are uncut diamonds, convinced that we are pieces of coal, destined to be ashes.
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