Coming at the age of 32, I thought I would have grown into a sophisticated and worldly-wise person—steady in temperament, no longer ruffled by the upheavals of the outside world. Yet, I was wrong. I’ve come to realize that I’m still sensitive to others’ opinions and deeply affected by what they say. In my mind, my “adversaries” and I are locked in verbal sparring matches—or even physical clashes. I know there’s fear lingering in my heart: fear of others’ harsh judgments, fear that they won’t ...