I was pleasantly surprised to see a comment on my last blog informing me that someone actually enjoyed reading my posts. Not only did I receive that bit of flattery, but the commenter also said that I write about things that they did not previously know about. Me? Interesting and informative? No way. I almost wanted to print the comment and frame it.
The instant feeling of gratification washed over me in waves, which was immediately followed by curiosity. Why is it that we, as everyday humans, crave acceptance and recognition? Why is it that so many of us go about our daily lives in the hope that someone, somewhere will realize what a wonderful contribution we are to society?
The rolodex in my brain starting flipping furiously, back through time, randomly selecting memories that I have of times when I did a good deed or accomplished something specifically for the acknowledgment that I would receive. Sports during school, essays for the high school newspaper, sucking up to coworkers and bosses, on and on the list went. Am I really so shallow that I crave recognition? Approval? Acceptance? Wait, is that it? Acceptance? Is it more that I want to be accepted by my peers? Or do I simply want to leave a legacy of accomplishments? I have no idea. Maybe it's too early and I haven't had enough coffee for this kind of self-analysis. Either way, I know that from time to time I will go back to that post and read the comment again. Indeed.