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.

It is not necessary that everyone we are closely associated with, must know us like the back of their hands, or vice versa. Humans are fickle minded. We do not build our lives based on colossal hardened inscriptions. Instead, we are that unfinished literature, that is being written everyday, by everyone, and by all instances. No one can actually score a PhD on us, and we must not expect them too.

Growth looks so beautiful on all of us. I wonder if it is even true that people change for the worse. I see no concept of bad growth. We all rise from the mud, and slowly and steadily it sheds off from our bodies, no matter how less we try to remove it.

I resist crying before anyone, not because I fear it shows them my vulnerable side and that they'd manage to develop a hold on me. But because crying my heart out, will depict me, in my rawest form. The form that my mother witnessed when I was a kid, and turned to her to complain of the world. The form that my father witnessed when he disciplined me after I rebelled. It was a luxury I gave them- a right over me. They deserved to see me that way, and never once have I regretted crying before them, even if it was for the dumbest reason ever! Do we find such energy in people now? To love our rawest form, and never contemplate over the rationality of our actions?

Who do I miss?

A person, place, hobby or environment? Or do I miss those shades of me, that I could never achieve. The traits I always wanted to inculcate, but my inner self always remained immune to. The traits that I still aspire to have, but I know my heart and mind will never align to accept and be the person that I find ideal. I will always be a crooked version of my imagination of myself. I miss the person I longed to be. I miss the person I'd never be.

Do I hate myself for what I turned out to be? No. None of us do.

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It sounds ironic, but the moment you stop filtering everything you say and do and stay true to yourself instead of trying to fit in and make people like you, you'll see such a shift in your social life. On the one hand you'll see who you clash with, and on the other hand you'll see that people are more likely to approach you because they see how genuine you are, which makes it easier for them to know if they want to be friends with you (or not). The scariest part of being who you are is finding out who won't like you for it, but the best part is finding genuine friendships with people who like you for you, and that's so worth it.