I Was Once Told, That When Someone Leaves One Place To Reach Another, It Is Our Collective Responsibility

I was once told, that when someone leaves one place to reach another, it is our collective responsibility to make sure they leave in peace because journeys are the best and worst phases of our lives. Journeys are filled with uncertainties, people are alone, ways are haphazard, accident prone and there is high probability of them getting lost. Both literally and metaphorically. So, while it is not possible for us to accompany everyone in their journey, it is definitely feasible to make sure they leave with a smile.

Sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves is a little bit of understanding. The world is too judgemental and the least we can do for ourselves is to be a little easier on us. Let's understand that every days ends with a different rate of productivity, and altogether different vibe. It is too difficult to be perfect in such a competitive world each day. Let us rather try best to feel perfect, with what we managed to do, at the end of the day. Even if it was merely breathing. Because the place we live in, even simply living through the day constitutes success.

We'd fight alot,

but we never remembered later what we fought for.

I feel it is beautiful how the content wasn't important,

but only how it made us feel.

Argue with me over the beauty of old pictures. I find nothing more beautiful than those still evidences of moments, that hold so much story behind. They don't just capture scenes, but also the warmth the hearts held while someone smiled huge at the camera. The fact that when you look at them now, you feel the same emotions you did while those pictures were captured. Like a virtual time travel, that needs no complicated technology.

Relationships, all kinds, have developed a tendency that the people in it, drop the responsibility of their own happiness in the hands of the other one. They rely too much on what the other one will do for them, and not what they do for themselves. I feel it is highly foolish to expect these associations to enrich our lives, when we ourselves have stopped doing so.

On that wide endless highway,

and barren, unknown land,

a tattered, bruised, broken soul,

Offered me his hand.

For once, I thought I am the savior,

to take him away to a sea,

But whoever he was waiting for,

I realised it wasn't me.

Sometimes we are just carriers,

to fetch and drop people off,

So when we learn we were used,

I believe, there's nothing to hate or scoff.