Here we are!
Again with the topic that can have hundreds and hundreds of discussions yet can still leave you with a thousand questions.
I was roaming around in complete silence when I heard the chirping of two birds sitting at a tree trunk. It grabbed my attention. I gazed and gazed when a question clicked my mind. Are they fighting or this one sparrow is just whining at other? Funny? I know. Sometimes, a lot of weird questions click on your mind. I mean was I too bone idle at that moment. I don't know what it was or how it be, the fact that made me laugh was the conclusion I drew. So this sparrow flies up to the sky as she's trying to show something. I'd refer to it as "she" because most women are the ones putting in more effort. (you can oppose that in the comments).
At that particular moment, I came up with reality. Sometimes in our life, we whine and we cry for the ones we wish to stay in our lives. Most of the time, we whine unnecessarily, because annoying our close ones around and then expecting that they'd come to try to make things fine gives you a reason to live, a reason to love. Then comes a time, when you start proving what those people mean to you and how they have a place in your heart. But honestly, that's where things start to lose control. What is the purpose of staying in something, where you've to make people realize their worth?
Connection with the story? You might think of how indifferent my contrasting stories have been. It is not completed yet. I saw that sparrow struggling for two straight minutes when slowly she left the other one back. Yes, this is the reality. The reality hit me. You cry you scream, you try, and then? Then you leave.
This life is an art for the artists who know how to paint their pictures and how to use an eraser to remove what they don't want in life. This life is a game for the ones who know where to pause and where to restart. But this life! It's nothing for the lovers. Because they neither have the brush nor the remote control.
The most illusionary belief is that when you feel you're special to someone. You feel like things have gotten to you differently. You see your life from a different angle. You expect and expect and expect until you break your heart into a million pieces.
It occurs to me how we misapprehend our place in someone's life thinking of how important we mean to them.
There come to the events, when the truth is told, the mirror is faced. That's the time when we are pushed out of that illusionary dream. And wow, how different it is from the rational world we're actually a part of.
Just know. You're common as others are. You're normally treated as others are. You're as ordinary as others are. Never feel special because it gives a force to your expectations and the expectations do ruin things. Accept, you don't mean any special to anyone, so make yourself special for your own self. That's what's going to make you strong and loveable.
THIS PAIN IS ONLY IN DESI CULTURE. U MADE IT LOOK LIKE ITS A GLOBAL ISSUE
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