Life’s just one , right? Also, it’s a battle, a struggle, a compromise. But for who? Who crosses your mind when you say ‘Life is a battle’? It’s those people, who have hurt us, have let us down, those who have made us feel inferior and tried to sabotage our existence into nothingness. In despondence we question ourselves that all the while when we have been a good Samaritan to others why did they let us down by hurting us to the core tearing us apart into pieces that probably would fail to recoup. But do we really fail to recoup? Do we give up? Should we allow people to have an upper-hand over us? NO. We don’t. Then whose fight is it anyway? The answer is simple. It’s yours. It has always been yours. Then who benefits from this struggle? It’s you. It has always been you.
Today, something happened and I was urged to admit by a friend that I am short-tempered and that I would work upon it in future. It came like a massive blow to my whole being as a human, as a mother, as a sister and most of all as a concerned friend. This was a shocking revelation not only to me but to the person who knows me the best in the whole wide world… my mother. It’s only a mother who knows her children best. And all I needed today was her certificate of assurance, her encouraging words of motivation and her unconditional love.
In this journey of life all I have perceived so far is that people misinterpret your silence and helpful nature as your weakness. And your opposition to something that’s actually not right as your flaw. The thing is, people have groomed them well enough with all kinds of negative terms to label you with. They will thrash you with their criticism, shred you ruthlessly and then blame it all on you. So, in this situation, what must you do? Succumb to the oppression? Grieve in pain? Accuse your fate? Repent for having undeserving friends? Torment yourself for being betrayed by those who promised to be your pillar of strength especially in times like this when you needed them the most? Dare you do that.
No one has the power to make you feel lowly and worthless without your permission. Cry as long as you want. Get angry on things around. Scream. Do whatever you want to in order to calm you down. And then my dear, as you wipe your tears, do realize one hard fact of life that you are actually all alone in this battle of life. No one cries or screams in pain with you. No one comes to rest a helping hand on your shoulder to say “Don’t worry… I’m there.” It never happens. All you have got to yourself is YOU.
What you do next is your decision… make sure it’s a wise one.