The love that I have craved for a long time in my life has been found finally I think. The care and attention that I have felt deprived of for long has been achieved. I was not a completely ignored kid to tell you, but I have felt lonely at times. And oftentimes when the bond is strong that comfort is there, there may also be the shade of respect and distantness that renders you helpless to share. It is not a classic tale of How the kid fights the World. It is just a tale of acknowledgement, a story of healing and a saga of courage.
As a kid in the family, I have always been treated with care. But this care has sometimes caused too much of an issue and other times it has directly directed me to therapy. I believe children at home must be trained about how the world’s maths work. They should be aware of the invisible rules and regulations that appear as Monoliths suddenly. It should be brought to their notice that the universe is trying to pull others down and not push up. The way our family treats us and the way the world does vary in light years. While the love at home gets switched with talents, care finds its counterpart in reality check. And while we exchange penalties for rule breaking in the world, we just ask for forgiveness at home. The times are so dynamic that an adjustment or a new acknowledgment, if not registered in time, gets beaten by a new one. Love is in the air with family, but the world has a lens of scrutiny and monitors each movement. You and I may escape but in reality, we cannot. We just cannot leave the arena. The world praises people for their work and thus we would not even be remembered for the normal things. It does not weigh you on your goodness. Its measurement scales only range from skill to efficiency. Thus, it is mandatory to know the binding forces of reality. What others cannot achieve shall not be available while the distributions are made. My father never scolded me for poor grades. And it was in my bucket list to get to hear from him but it never happened. It was an indirect conversation between my parents with me as their subject. Now I think, if my father had always asked me, wouldn’t i have told him all and shared any academic cries with him. But okay, let’s move ahead. Because they gave me everything in them.
Now all we need is someone to understand this, someone to make one understand in themselves. Life is what we make it. We can love ourselves. We can go for making changes if necessary. We need to make sure that the shoulder we are finding to sob, you get yourself. And hug yourself. You have made it. And you deserve this.It is important to love yourself. It is important to understand yourself first. Self love is a process of healing. Maybe not something broken. Just something that you feel should be present with you.
Until next time!
Signing off
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