People Often Have Callous Ways To Talk To Us- Even The Ones Who We Are Pretty Much Attached To. That

People often have callous ways to talk to us- even the ones who we are pretty much attached to. That is one issue. Another one is that we are expected to take all the callousness, rudeness and harsh treatment as a joke because they don't mean it. And if we allow ourselves to feel hurt, we are not cool enough. Being cool means laughing at things that should be scoffed at. Is it?!?

I need it viciously- for people to draw clear bold lines about jokes and seriousness. You don't get to joke about my insecurities. You don't get to call me mean things. You don't get to make me feel like an unimportant unworthy piece of ruin who deserves anything but kindness. Sorry, I don't approve.

To find peace, sometimes we need to find our own corner in the world, away from intruding eyes, words and people. To bathe in our own warmth, and to bask in our own light. Too much crowd often force us to distort the love we hold in ourselves, for ourselves. Let that loneliness shape you into a beautiful pot, and let that individuality take charge of your life. The world is a society that would swallow us the moment we lose hold on ourselves.

-VS

Them: What you upto these days?

Me: Constantly holding a fight with myself, not able to come in terms with everything around, not finding peace in any corner of my room and still determined to become the best of myself.

I am in the middle of that road where you discover that no matter if we love/like/admire/adore a person, it gives them no right or license to put us down. We should never let anybody feed onto our insecurities, even if that means loosing that anybody. Because people gone leave a space that can be filled later on. But once that love for oneself leaves, it leaves not a void, but an abyss.

Oh the day I'll stop thinking of people as a vessel for measuring my worth!