Amid a 100 lies that the school told us, there was one truth. We were often told that life is not easy when you get out of this place. And it wasn't, be it the cut-offs, the moving out of home, or the struggle of not feeling belonged. It didn't stop there. Our college professors again proclaimed that life is not easy when you get out of this place, and again, it wasn't. Be it choosing between a job, or higher studies, or your dreams, or realising your current skill set isn't enough to pay your bills or watching people win the race you are participating in too. I am not even getting started on how it goes up the ante when you become a working professional. It is like we are all a part of a universe-sized video game where difficulty level raises with each passing stage. But unlike three lives, we get numerous chances to fail and rise here. It never gets easier though. You just wipe the slate clean, learn your past lesson good and eventually find your way. It's a long and steady game, and there will be many players telling you to do things a certain way because they think that's the only way to go about it. But, you do you, you do your own thing, regardless. So you take credit for your wins and take ownership of your setbacks. And when you choose to do that, you will unknowingly offend a lot of other players. You can call it collateral damage or toxicity weeding itself out, and it's lowkey fun. Those who respect you for your choices and want to see you winning but will also be there for you if you fail will be like the treasures you collect along the way, and that will be the only thing you won't have to work hard for in this game, they'll find their way to you.
I wrote an article more than 2 years ago describing the feelings you go through at the beginning of new love. The tingly feeling, the curiosity, the butterflies, the element of surprise, the rush, all of it! Well, that did not take a long time to go down the drain. I have talked enough about what I went through after that. What I never felt like pondering upon is how long it will take me to get all the possible toxicity out of my system. I thought the efforts I was putting in on myself were more than enough. I was super kind to myself. I gave abundant time to process my thoughts. I ensured to not jump to anything too quickly. I worked on my baggage before I even considered starting anything new. And I supposed I was doing okay. I was looking forward to starting a new phase in my life. I won't say I was trying, but I wouldn't mind if the opportunity presented itself. The opportunity did present itself, and I couldn't be happier that it did. What follo...
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