WARRIOR
Alone, I sat estranged by the entire world. I could taste the salty tears and thought that whether they were saltier than the vast ocean in front of me. Water lapping at my feet, I sat thinking about what is deeper, the ocean, or the darkness my heart has plunged into. The estrangement and loneliness I felt were consuming me. I wanted to run away from my home, away from the engulfing thoughts I was experiencing, and above all myself. Being a survivor is also a curse in itself; you are always left to live with the pain of the scars that marred your soul.
The people surrounding you who claim to love you so pretentiously are the ones who keep reiterating them in the form of hushed laughter, comments, taunts, making you feel even more miserable. Nobody can feel the pain you have gone through, or you are going through. No one is there even to sympathize or even empathize with you. They’ll never let you forget and drive you to the point that you will start questioning your very existence. When finally, one day, you will give in to the pain and misery inflicted by these anonymous people, you try to end yourself by forfeiting yourself of the life that lies ahead. Then these very people will condemn you even after you’re gone of being morally corrupt.
Some might even mourn your death in reality, but most of them don’t care. Believe me, you will be better off if you get out of the illusion that your permanent absence will create a void somewhere in someone’s heart. Please break the trance; nobody can be more concerned for you than you, yourself. You are unique to nobody; maybe for a while, you are the center of their universe for not for long. It’s all a sham, and I will not be taken away by this beautiful but fake concept.
The entire world is cruel, with its honey traps spread all over in all their glory, waiting for its next prey to suck the life out of them. There is no one with whom I can trust my heart and soul. I have grown enough to know that no one loves you. The entire idea of unconditional love is a fraud---it merely doesn’t exist. I won’t ever give up my dreams, aspirations, expectations to fulfill someone else’s expectations from me. Nobody is worth my individuality and goals. I will never even consider doing that again for any god-forsaken person who pretends to love me unconditionally or promises to do so, or even if has done so much for you. I will never lose myself for anybody because this somebody will respect you if and only if I am a wholesome person with the charm to attract this fake world and the so-called elite homo sapiens inhabiting it.
Nothing else is more delightful than understanding the irony of the situation. People expect me to let go of everything I possess, whereas they aren’t willing to compromise even a little bit. The hypocrisy isn’t lost where this sweet, sweet world expects you to dive into the ocean stretched afar and buried, only to come back to the shore alive; when they are the ones holding your neck underwater plunged into the sea making it impossible to breathe.
Please give yourself more importance over any of these judgemental people surrounding you. Don’t let them hurt you; they covet your happiness, your freedom, your will to survive. Remember, it’s one thing to lead a smooth-sailing, happy-go-lucky life, but being a survivor takes a lot of courage, determination, and will power. Stand up for yourself without expecting any help or crutch from other people. Till you are alive, you can, and you will keep fighting for what’s yours---your individuality. It keeps you going, giving you a sense of security and achievement over the woes and assaults inflicted upon by this world and its beings.