Why do we look for other’s approval?
Why aren’t we ever comfortable in our skin?
Why does a slightest disapproval from someone shake the stable boat you’re sailing in?
A small wind shouldn’t be able to send tremors through a boat.
But it does. Why is that?
Are we all just that vulnerable?
Everything that we’ve created for ourselves, all the confidence, the bubble of happiness – is it all so… Fragile?
That you’re scared that everything will vanish with a slightest bad wind?
Why’s it so hard to keep the damn boat stable?