Just thoughts!!

A friend of mine was talking to me and he/she said “They don’t understand, it’s not easy being me, I do have issues of my own”  “Explain it doesn’t help, does it?” I asked him/her “Yes, because people don’t have the patience to understand one’s pain, they just want to jump to conclusions, and be done with it.” He/she explained  “Yes, because the only time patience is involved, is when you talk about them, you agree?” sharing my perspective with him/her “Yes” he/she replied softly, adding “I wish they could just wait and listen when I try, and not mock me for the same”

You have achieved so much, that you won’t stop bragging about it. It is good that you do, tell people, as many as you can. Shout, advertise, gossip about them. Be proud about them. No one can say “how much is he gonna brag?” They don’t have that right. Someone who has an experience may advice. That would be the extent. Only problem would be if that experience of achievement didn’t let you grow, become better, and you remain that same shitty person you were, without those qualities that makes us human, they aren’t achievements. It’s just an deception.

What am I doing here? Who am I waiting for? When you wake up with these questions, it’s difficult,  I understand. Things are easier when you know the reason behind them, e.g there’s a person, there’s an event that lead to a particular emotional or physical state. But when the universe makes an exam of your misery, the solution comes close to impossible. Even then when you try repeatedly, the main question seems to be missing. When others fail to see the symptoms of the outer shell, it adds to the problems in the equation. Not equal to everyone, and everyone has their own problems, plus they believe they compare the suffering instantly, that doesn’t make it better. Understanding to see through the shell might create enough courage to seek help. Fail, and you leave them stranded, sailing in the ocean of their own woe.

I spoke to you because you were weak and distressed. Falling into pieces, felt a way of neglect. I was in a bad place, thought at least one of us would get help. I wanted to be there for you, when I was the ‘oh forget’ . I knew that feeling, I didn’t want you to feel that. Trying to protect. When everyone was looking to connect, i stayed unbiased, not taking the advantage of your vulnerability to attack. I thought I knew the barter to interact. Even then I thought, what I did for you someone would pay it back. Even now I get replies, I don’t know what to say and then they    will ignore you, thinking that’s life, he/she should deal with    that.