For as long a I can recall, I wanted to live other people's lives. Not all, just parts. To have Carla's artistic graces, Gail's looks, Jody's brains, Janet's athleticism, Tara's popularity, Annette's charming shyness. Together, they formed impossibly perfect person who never existed - except in my mind and longing.
Still find myself doing that from time to time ~ wishing I had this person's ability to listen & recall, that person's apparent ease connecting & maintaining enduring friendships, another's calm attitude & restful presence.
Psychologists say that the qualities we dislike in others generally reflect those we could find in ourselves. What does longing for certain qualities tell us about ourselves? What inner sight could I glean from contemplating which other lives I'd love to reflect in my own?
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