I hate me

I hate me, not for the things I have done but for the things I haven’t done. When was the last time I did some meaningful work or did a concrete job? I don’t remember, I need to think. While I search for the answer, read this story of I and me.

I and me are two friends working in the same organization. Me, the friend of I, is calm, gentle and always carries a friendly smile on his face. On the other hand his friend I is arrogant, careless and always in a depressed mood. Me though successful never carried the burden of his failures or success on his shoulders. He is focused only on his job and cares to deliver his best shot to the job, independent of what the job is. While I , whose never been successful in the recent past though had some achievements in the prehistoric period, still carries the glory of his ancient past and doesn’t care for his present job, thinking that it is a menial job for his standards. - I am still thinking about the answer. –

I thinking that he can be an instant hit at any time when he wishes, never cared about his career, soon he is noted as an worthless candidate in the organization. Me working hard for the assigned job, basking on his success soon finds himself in commendable position in the company. I staying under the false impression of his capabilities ends up as a loser boasting about his past success stories. And Me by his constant hard work raises to a better position both in his life and carrier.-

I still can not find an answer.

I hate me, not for the things I have done but for the things I haven’t done. I hate me for not stopping Me, my glorious past, from turning to I, my present. I hate me for what I haven’t done to Me . I hate me for what I haven’t done to I.