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Ever since I can remember, the motto of my life has consistently been not to take anyone's crap. In whatever I do, howsoever I do, this has been my process all along. While growing up, I have seen a lot of abuse around the world, physical, emotional, verbal, all. And I would think to myself, why would people put up with something like that? What could be a compulsion that drives you to such a point? 

I would pledge to myself that I'll never let someone put me through something like that because what could possibly be more important than self-respect. But I did. Time and again, I let people put me through the worse than I had witnessed. It was astonishing for me to spectate the kind of control you, let people have over you like you stop being in charge and give the command of your life to someone else. It's like falling in a black hole making out of which alive seems preposterous.

I have been such a giver all my life, the situation no bar that at a point I literally gave up being myself for a certain set of people. Be it any kind of relationship, friendship, career, love, all I have ever done is give. I won't say I expected the same in return because my energy and vibe is unmatchable, but it would be nice to have some proportion of it back. 

As a society, we have been nurturing our children not to give up without differentiating that there will be several ludicrous situations they'll come across where giving up will be the only rational thing to do. If you look at it with an open mind, at times, giving up isn't such a sin. 

 

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