I was labeled all of it.
Only the labels did the travelling.
Only the labels did the travelling.
When I was gentle, they called me naive.
When I turned professional, they called me rigid.
When I reached mastery, they called me arrogant.
The voice never changed. Only their fear of it did.
When I turned professional, they called me rigid.
When I reached mastery, they called me arrogant.
The voice never changed. Only their fear of it did.
I have been the same for 40 years.
The labels changed.
I did not.
The labels changed.
I did not.
It was never about success, though.
It was about how they needed
to see me, keep me, feel me.
It was about how they needed
to see me, keep me, feel me.
Then came the epiphany.
Every label is a mask.
The name they stick on me
is a reflection of their inner fears.
Every label is a mask.
The name they stick on me
is a reflection of their inner fears.
In that moment, I pitied them.
They chase in labels what they will never find within.
Meanwhile they pin a few on others
to soothe them.
Meanwhile they pin a few on others
to soothe them.
Beware of the Labelists around you.
Wait, are you the one?
— SCD Balaji
