Sensitivity and life

Sensitivity is such a common word these days. As a matter of fact these days we are bombarded with words galore. We need to be sensitive, understanding, loving and caring and what not. I think sensitivity is the mother of many of human emotions. I rate myself as a sensitive man. However, there have been many instances when I have acted as one of the the most insane and insensitive persons around. I have hurt my friends, relatives and of course my wife in many of the occassions of travelling together in life. But this attribute called sensitivity is interesting. Interesting because it is not something which one can "do" to others. On the other hand it is something which is a way of life. It is something that comes blended in all interactions.

In many cases I have failed to understand why I behave in a particular manner, the way I do. In many cases my wife has asked me for my supprt, but I had failed to reach out to her. It is not that I did not want to be with her, but it just did not occur to me that the only thing that she was asking me was my unstinted support and love. Of course we have continued travelling togehter wonderfully, even I have learnt ,any things now and try to be with in all emotional turmoils. But in many of the occassions one slips and again gets up