Finding You…

I don’t like what has happened to you. You used to be so different. You used to be so kind to me, kind to everyone. You used to spread joy and happiness all around you and you used to inspire me greatly to be the best that I can be. I loved all that about you. So what happened to you?

You were supposed to be better. You were supposed to improve upon what you have started. You were supposed to be a better friend to me. You were supposed to touch more lives and hearts and you were supposed to be one heck of a person. But something changed you. Something sinister made you so cold and wicked and it makes me sad every time. I see it in your social network feeds, I see it in you now. You are not a shadow of your former self, you are even worse.

I genuinely want to help you. I want to help you find yourself again. I want to help you go back to how things were before, because things were better then. I want you to love me again, because I miss my old friend. I miss how you used to comfort me. I hate the people and the society that brainwashed you and made you believe you have to be like this to survive. The world is cruel enough as it is and I just can’t stand to lose another lovely soul. I want you to find you, and I want to help you.

Please let me help you. Please help me touch your heart, so you can touch mine. Please be my friend again, I really need someone to talk to, someone to confide in that won’t let me down and will always have my back no matter what. I need you now, please love me again.

 

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There was a time when you were very young, where your mind was evolving. In that period, you saw yourself evolve and develop new opinions that could change rapidly. One might say that you were in the process of finding yourself,  discovering who you are. The objective is to be at peace with this discovery, and to build on it to further advance to a next level, a conceptual better version of yourself.

Now try to remember this period. Do you remember finding yourself? Do you remember building and conceptually re-inventing yourself? Or did you lose yourself? Did you become an icy robot like the rest of them?

Chances are you did. Chances are that somewhere in between you lost yourself and though you may not have noticed,  you gave up on finding your true self and improving upon what you find. It may have happened due to a number of reasons. It’s common for society to have derailed you, or your friends. Somewhere along the line the things you believed in didn’t correlate with the general societal views. So you lost yourself. You traded who you are for who they wanted you to be. We all experience this in  different ways and in different levels. We all lose ourselves somehow. At least that’s what I think.

So now that you realise that there’s a possibility that you have lost yourself and you might be living a partial lie, what’s the way forward? Do we have to go forward or we just maintain the possible lie we have built? Maybe it’s time to reflect on how far you’ve come and the changes you underwent on your journey. Because one might argue that it is when you find yourself, that you become whole.

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Are we?

Have you ever lost your faith in humanity? How many times? Have you ever sat down to ponder over the things humans do and how vile it all is? And how humanity might never change? How we will continue to be vile and disdainful, merciless, cruel people who desecrate the surface of the earth and wallow in our haughtiness and greed.

Have you ever wondered why we are this way? Why we are so flawed. Have you been so deep in your loss of faith that you just can’t bring yourself to talk to anyone again, to trust anyone. Like no one is capable of being trusted. No one deserves to be trusted. That we are all just alone, pretending as if we have each other’s back when in truth we don’t. We are just selfish and we care only about ourselves. It’s all about ourselves.

Have you ever felt real hatred? I don’t mean the kind of hatred you feel for a boss that’s difficult, or a particular kind of food. I mean the type of hatred that stems from the evil that we see today that is so rampant and consuming, that it swallows us all and spits out devils disguised in human bodies. The hatred for everything, one might call it misanthropy. It might actually be more than that. But what does it all mean?

When does the soul- searching begin? When do we really begin to ask ourselves why we act the way we do? When do we shed away all the arrogance in our hearts and accept our flaws and our people? When do we learn to truly love ourselves and be citizens of humanity? When do we stop being selfish and greedy robots living a rat race? When? Will I change? Will this end? Will you love me?

 

The sooner we realise, the better.