The Life One Leads
Many times we go about our day carrying baggage we wish we didn’t have to carry. It’s not a simple life as we make it out to be. The life one leads.
‘It is not you. It is not your environment. It is not even your problem. But it is your worry, anxiety and depression. It is something you never asked for, but is part and parcel of being you.’
Not many understand you.
Or what you believe yourself to be.
But you project what you think they want you to be.
All the expectations.
All the worries.
All the drama.
You need to embody it.
Society demands it of you.
Makes sense.
Everyone has to conform even they don’t want to.
To break the system, one must first conform.
Learn its escape hatches and it’s breakable points.
But till then you’re a slave to someone else’s desires.
But not consciously.
I get it.
Here’s the problem.
As unsustainable as it is.
What’s the alternative?
Do you see one?
Or do you see no light at the end of the tunnel.
Unfortunately millions don’t.
Millions struggle to see past their own insecurities.
Insecurities that they never wanted.
Nor asked for.
Nor expected to amount to what it has become.
Something uncontrollable.
The alternative is two-fold.
Either you find a way out.
Or you force a way out.
Finding a way leads to short-term distraught but long-term happiness.
Forcing a way leads to short-term happiness but long-term distraught.
So there is no easy approach.
Everyone leads their own life.
For that the complexities of the world are vast.
Psychology unable to fully identify the issues.
The world lost in confusion for why.
The intellectual curiosity of others.
Always others, but not ourselves.
What about me?
What interest do we have in ourselves?
I am brilliant.
I have issues.
Anxiety.
Nervousness.
But I do things I enjoy.
Gone with the times of appeasing others.
Slowly but surely, I am finding who I am.
My anxiety and nervousness continues to haunt me.
But I do things that scare me.
To the point of no return.
And try to listen and learn as I go.
The life I lead is different to the one you lead.
I will try to understand you.
But I can only understand as much as you tell me.
For truth or for fibs.
I can’t judge.
You have to say.
Articulate.
The moral of the story is that we lead different lives.
But we are equally interested in each other.
We need to divert that inwards.
We need to be inquisitive.
Talk to ourselves.
Calm ourselves down.
Because right now society is not in a place to accept our crazy selves.
Soon it will have to be.
But for now, we need self-care.
And then we’ll feel comfortable outside the bubble.
Listen to yourself.
Articulate yourself to others.
Banish yourself of fear and be vulnerable.
The life one leads