She has no time to ponder, She has no time to sit
How would she know, what’s her fit ?
Until one evening, touched by the magical wand of possibilities
She realized there is life beyond her adversities.
Oh, then there is another lady from my slumber book
She was just obsessed with herself, that made her a crook.
She is lady Cruela Di Vil
Seeking perfection, she is ready to kill.
I dwindle between the ideas of – always putting oneself in other’s shoes Vs the other extreme of having a “shoe fetish”.
When I get into other’s shoes, I hardly care about my fit. My fit, to a large extent becomes insignificant to me. There is even a possibility that in due course of time, my own shoe might bite me back because I ignored it for a long time.
The other extreme is having a shoe fetish that takes me anywhere and everywhere in search of “my perfect fit”. My shoe fetish keeps me in the blind spot, and I overlook the bare foot folks right next to me.
Follow any extremes, or be somewhere in between – It’s a choice. But make sure the choice isn’t forced upon, or the joy it brings is not shallow.