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Mixed State

I love watching superheroes. There is a thing about them. A part of them is always so simple, so ordinary, just like us. We try to find our self in that part. And we hope, believe, that some day we will be able to adopt few of the extra-ordinary qualities of a superhero. We also want to live a life with dual identity. As a matter a fact we do live such a life.




There is one face, working face. We use it during handling our jobs, duties. This face is highly selfish. because in today's world no one wants to be a loser. No one wants to end up last, unsatisfied, full of regrets. So we put up this face and start getting little rude, sometimes cruel. There is that restlessness for getting what you desire. So we stop giving shit about what people think, or do. 

And then there is that face, the real one. We don't have to put this on, it just comes along when we are around people we care, or situations when we are relaxed. We always enjoy in this identity. But true thing is, we don't get often chances to being in it.

But what happens when these two faces get mixed up? When you start being selfish all the time. when getting your wishes fulfilled is the sole target. doesn't sound good, right? But that's how we lose people. I wish there could be more of true identity than the work identity. But being too much indulging in work is not supporting that.   
                                       
       

Isn't it great to have dual identities? Like a superhero. In one you are allowed to have a very normal life while in other one you can do anything you want. I guess that's what make superheroes really Super. That they never mix their two identities. They never enter in the Mixed State.

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