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: FOUR FACES OF MAN
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on Monday, January 30 @ 13:01:27 UTC
oldei writes:: " One day, I asked my soul- "Who am I, who's really me?"
And he said, "Into four segments, man is categorized,
the Quiet, the Passionate, the Lively and the Sensitive."
"I'm the Passionate", I said.
And he said,
--sees the whole picture, born-leader,
goal architect and decisive- is the Passionate.
"So I'm that person."
But he added,
--over-confident when lion-hearted,
impatient for mistakes if goal-oriented,
quick-tempered when decisive,
rude if dynamic and active
...is the true essence of the Passionate.
Hastily, I came in.
"I'm not the Passionate, I'm the Quiet!"
And he said,
--happily reconciled to life, steady,
patient and silent but witty- is the Quiet.
"So I'm that person."
But he added,
--too shy when kind-hearted,
will of iron if cool and collected,
dampens passion when relaxed,
self-righteous if witty and well-balanced
...is the true essence of the Quiet.
Hastily, I came in.
"I'm not the Quiet, I'm the Sensitive!"
And he said,
--logical knack holder, perfectionistic,
genius prone, musical and artistic- is the Sensitive.
"So I'm that person."
But he added,
--too meticulous when a skilled setter,
moody and blue if a profound thinker,
negative-abiding when responsive,
self-devaluating if talented and creative
...is the true essence of the Sensitive.
Hastily, I came in.
"I'm not the Sensitive, I'm the Lively!"
And he added,
--cheerful and friendly, storyteller,
good on stage and circus master- is the Lively.
"So I'm that person."
But he added,
--undisciplined when enthusiastic,
exaggerating if they speak,
fickle and forgetful when a friend,
egoistic if on stage at the end
...is the true essence of the Lively.
Hastily I came in.
"I'm not the Lively, so who's really me?"
And he said,
--You're living in a world of black and white
if there's woe, there's bliss
when there's Zion, there's Abyss
if there's defeat, there's success
when there's light, there's darkness.
Unexpectedly, he asked me.
"What's the essence of being a soul?"
And I said,
"I thought you know everything,
but now you're asking?" "
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