“The trouble with most of us is that we’d rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism.”
-Norman Vincent Peale.
Why Denigration Hurts?
We all encounter some form of criticism all the time. We must understand that it is inevitable, and we have to learn to deal with it productively rather than allowing it to be detrimental to our self-development.
Undoubtedly, yes, and (perhaps) it is unavoidable too. We all are perfectly imperfect. Aren’t we? Why to talk about others, even we are (often) quite sure about our own inadequacies.However,The challenge is in acknowledging the reality. Definitely tough, when it comes from others. By and large, we do not take criticism well. We won’t listen to criticism because we believe all criticism to be unjustified. We assume it as mean-spirited act of cynics.But why do we believe so? It could also be an opportunity to demonstrate our self-control and humility to take even denigration constructively.
Why can’t we just simply appreciate it as a healthy feedback?
It is too early to offer grieving ceremonials to the legendary people function: Human Resources.
(We are in early June…Extended summer days…Tender coal-tar and parched weeds on the cracked corner pavement…It’s stuffy and sultry…Stretching on my chair…Meditative on my own thoughts about my longwinded professional journey…)
Why we have a penchant for building justifications for the inexplicable questions in our life – that too as an ‘after-thought’?
Providentially, for last three decades, I thrived as a successful Human Resource Practitioner. At the outset (as luck would have it), all through my career passage, every milestone miraculously embodied with the triumph. It was like a pilgrimage. My profession has rewarded me with utmost reverence and affection of the people. I have been eloquently and cogently talking on various platforms about enormous meaningful possibilities the function has over various organizational imperatives. Even now, I am equally drawn to the point of distraction. Therefore, I’ve had a difficult time trying to taper down the possible “whys and wherefores” to seep through the enigma. All the same, I do recognize which side of the mirror I belong.