Why Do We Crave to Be Praised?
Here is the answer of the poet Oliver Goldsmith (1730-1774), from his poem "The Traveler."
For praise too dearly loved, or warmly sought,
Enfeebles all internal strength of thought;
And the weak soul, within itself unblessed,
Leans for all pleasure on another’s breast.
So close and yet, I fear, so far. For Goldsmith means we are unblessed because we do not bless ourselves.
The mind still turns where shifting fashion…