Most of us by our very nature are always on the lookout for intruders. Always trying to prevent those on the outside from getting in. But the truth is; there will always be those who force their way into our lives, just as there will be those who we invite in...but the most troubling of all, will be the one's who stand on the outside looking in. The one's we never truly get to know.
Being young is one of the privileges everyone enjoys. Fewer problems or worries and a feeling of being invincible among a group of friends who provide a sense of security. We have all been there and we all still want that. But sooner or later, the time comes when we all must become responsible adults and learn to give up what we want, so we can choose to do what is right. Of course, a lifetime of responsibility isn't always easy. And as the years go on, it's a burden that can become too heavy for some to bear. But still we try to do what is best, what is good. Not only for ourselves, but for those we love. Yes, sooner or later we must all become responsible adults. No one knows this better than the young.
-For Anirudh Rawat and Sneha Kapur. May God bless your souls.
Sometimes, events occur in some random succession which are not supposed to occur under the normal circumstances. Some of these events are controllable and some are not. Today was just such a day when they were not.
I'd like to be in control of every situation I am in and I am the type who rarely shares his emotions or feelings whether good or bad with anyone. But today, I couldn't hold either of them in for 45 long minutes. I know myself.. or at least I think I knew myself .. I would never let anyone get to me or affect me about anything... I don't really know what happened.. I snapped.. and for 45 mins, I became someone I would never like to be again - Egoistic. What this person said to me is not important.. what is that what effect that had on me..
Why did I do this? What was the need? Why did I let someone affect my thought process.. I had promised myself I wouldn't let anybody and anything affect me... How the hell did this happen? I didn't know this person.. neither did this person know me.. Yet for some reason, I felt the need to belt out my anger.. Maybe in this person I saw a bit of me.. A part of me which I had always wanted to forget.. A part of me which I have been running away from a long time..it felt like my past, catching up with me..
I think repressing our feelings doesn't mean they go away. On the contrary, they are buried alive, deep within the cells of our body and unconsciously we act them out in a more indirect and unhealthy way.
By the end of it all, I added a previously deleted word to my vocabulary today.. it's called "empathy"...
