I have always wondered why people change. Why they don’t
stay the same as they were when we first met them or those we have known since
childhood just disappear from our lives like we never knew them and didn’t
matter in their lives. Maybe they change? But why, I always wonder. In
actuality, you see, there’s a high probability that we never really knew them.
It was just an illusion, a shadow of them that we were led to believe, we knew, by our deluded minds. When we get so used to them being around; and it feels like they’ll never
leave and in a spur of a moment it all changes. It’s just that they get busy,
and lost in their own affairs so much. Perhaps we take them for granted? I wonder
why you always give so much priority to those who unpredictably never
considered you as someone worth remembering. Or just another ordinary person in
their life… Or you know what sometimes it's your mind, your thoughts leading you towards the cynicalism. We cannot always chase after people. Everyone we meet is never deemed to stay forever. So yeah.
But, in the end, it’s always our mind playing these silly,
sagacious and abominable tricks on us. Have you ever wondered why people who
bully; hurt others, even kill others or lash out or appear to you as aliens,
have been through? Have you ever given it a thought that, maybe, there was
something that led them to be like this? Maybe they were forgotten. Dejected by
the society, unloved and always abandoned, these bitter possibilities could be
a rational guess per se .
PS. Pain is never about how much it hurts us. It’s about how
much it strengthens us, gives us hope and determination. It must be used
productively to bring out the best in yourself, find yourself and explore your
mysteries. Getting one’s own self is the most amazing feeling, ever… We must
seek salvation in making others happy and listening until silence befalls and
the night crawls over our lives. Putting up smiles, on others face will be my
ultimate redemption, I guess…
