I have had fooled enough of me. Quite often.
I have a room of happiness in my mind. The door of it has a thin rope of expectations attached to it. The door is held open for me because I have tied the other end of the rope to the people who are supposed to act in a defined way so that the rope is held tight and the room gets enough air of joy and contentment.
One day, there comes the moment of wrath and disputes. People I have always banked on, keep hold of the rope loose. The door of happiness is temporarily closed. I feel shattered and broken. And the vicious cycle continues.
Why do we have to base our happiness on a certain set of Nouns and Verbs? Why do we have to sound broken? Why don’t we focus more on fixing the issues than on the issue itself?
So somebody ever told you:
” Oh, you are sad and broken? Shattered? You look beautiful! ”
No! No one is going to love us because we are broken. How often do we like to look ourselves in a broken mirror? Not really, eh!!
Broken and sad is not beautiful. Hanging your happiness in somebody else’s cupboard is also not so beautiful. Pain is not beautiful. Heartbreaks are not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. What is beautiful is YOU, when you decide to get up, buckle up, face the pain, endure it and hold the door of happiness open for yourself.
I personally discourage the Poets and the writers who romanticize the pain and separations. No, there is nothing fascinating about the pain. There is nothing romantic about separation.
All those writers who told you that Pain makes us, they lied to you. Pain and separation don’t make you. Have you Cancer? You go out and get it treated. Cancer didn’t make you. It could have broken you rather. But you got it fixed. You have to fix the pain. You don’t have to romanticize it.
How about getting a deal? Next time on, when we feel like throwing the stuff off the desk, we won’t romanticize about it.
We won’t romanticize about the rainy days of our lives. We won’t romanticize about the people who intentionally lost the hold of the rope. We won’t romanticize about those long nights of shedding tears into the pillow. We won’t romanticize about the days when we bunked our offices only to lock ourselves in a dark room.
We would rather fascinate about the hugs of a friend or a beloved during those rainy days who stays thousand kilometers away. A cup of tea. A new book. Open windows. Bright light. We would rather romanticize about a good movie or soothing music that never lost hope in you yourself holding your door of happiness.