Have you ever thought, you want a better life? A life someone else is living?
Obviously. We all have. Cause grass is greener on the other side. Remember?
We see people, in our day to day lives, who are more richer than us, popular than us, beautiful than us, or in any way, better than us.
We wish their company. We wish to be like them. In order to fit in with them we lose our own individuality. We merge our colours with them. You’re a white hearted, yet you join those dark hearted people because you think, apparently they live a better life.
You cut yourself, just to fit right inside that puzzle. But are you really the one completing it?
You’re a total different person, trying to cover yourself in disguise, because you think that’s what you apparently want. But, do you? In real?
You start turning grey. Eventually you realise you’ve been pushed to do things, you were never meant to be doing. You’re losing every inch of yourself. You feel everything falling apart. You listen to those noises, trying you hunt you down, and choke you.
And there comes a day, when you leave. Leave the company of those dark souls and return to the light, where you belonged. But turns out, you don’t fit in, not even there.
Cause you’re no more white. You’ve been turned grey. You’re now both good and bad. You’re a balance between heaven and hell. And you start to feel all alone. You try to put each of those parts together and not give up. And then one day, you find someone who is as grey as you, as damaged as you are, as vulnerable as you are. They hold your hand, and lead to an eternity of peace.
You find yourself alive again. For being different, was never bad. Being different doesn’t mean there’s no one like you out there.
It’s just a matter of time, as it’s chariot moves, so does our wounds.
If noticed properly, we’re living in a place, where emotional emergency has been put up. Nobody want to feel anything deeply. Cause they think they’ve felt it all. All of it, inside out. They have just stopped to feel. I don’t understand, how did this happen. We have a heart, we have a brain, we have a subconscious mind, we have thousands of entangled thoughts. That does mean, there are a billions of feelings, yet to be felt. Every feeling is unique, in it’s own way. Happiness is just one of it. Sadness is another. Love on the other hand, consists of each one of them. Yet is a separate entity in it’s own.
What exactly happened? I don’t know. But my observation leads to me saying, people think they’ve had everything. They’ve fought everything. They’ve survived every good and bad situation.
And when someone comes to them, with their own set of problems, they fail to empathize. They feel what they’ve been through is the worst. They end up comparing themselves to others. Maybe you think the intensity of pain you’ve been through is much more than them.
But, think of it! It’s a completely different person than you. It’s their journey as well.
Maybe what they are feeling is worse to them. People have stopped understanding these days. Cause they don’t want to.
It’s like two different houses. You can’t put the interior of one house on other and expect it to look good.
The point of all of this is, try to feel.
Allow yourself to feel. To love, to live.
Empathize to others, for the only thing they might be needing is a ear to listen, and a shoulder to cry on.
Maybe that’s who we are meant to be.
Maybe that’s what humanity is.