It is not always the villains out there that bring us our sorrows. Quite many of our sorrows are our own creations. Back in the 1970s the illustrious pop group, ABBA, sang about Chiquitita’s sorrows. “You’re enchained by your own sorrow,” the song went. Chiquitita was always sure of herself. But now she is a broken person. The song counsels Chiquitita to accept life’s inevitable heartaches and the scars left by them. She should dance again as she used to do and the pain will end. Chiquitita dear, It aches my heart to see you depressed especially because you are a buoyant personality by nature. You liked to fly like the butterfly savouring the honey in each flower on the way. And you thought that you were entitled to all the honey in flowers. You seemed to assume that the flowers secreted honey just for you. You were the centre of the universe in your own weltanschauung. Ah, that’s a big word I have used. I don’t like big words. But you do. You did, at least. You loved all the
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