We have monsters haunting us every
night—you and I, we all do. The nights are when we get cloudy-headed, lost and
tired of fighting them, and the eccentric behaviors we exhibit in the morning are
consequences of the night’s defeat. Nobody is spared of it. We all have to get
through the pain. And we all bear it equally. There is nothing like one
fighting more battles than the other. We may think we are the saddest on this
planet and that others do not understand our pain, but that’s not true. Just
like not everyone is aware of our whole story, in the same way we do not know
theirs. We do not agree anyway; we have turned this egotistical. We have begun
to think we are the center of the universe, and that our story is the deepest,
the darkest. But that’s not the case. There is no one who doesn’t think that
way. We all are trapped in a singular fate and there is no chance at all.
The monsters devour us all, and we fight them, as hard as we can, and we fail and we win, and we think that’s the only
thing the world consists of—our story, our dreams, our aspirations, our
battles, our love and our voice. Nothing else matters but us. That’s what we
think, don’t we? And we tend to look down upon those who don’t get our story.
We think they don’t deserve to know it. We think they are cheap and inferior
and messed-up. And we smirk at them, like they are nobody. But that doesn’t
make us any better. We are as cheap as we think others are. And we deserve
nothing but contempt, just like we think they do. We must know they too have
their monsters to fight, that they have their dark sides too and that their
nights are no better than ours. We must realize that just as we tend to justify
our own shortcomings and eccentricities, they too have reasons behind their
flaws, maybe stronger than ours, maybe so strong that we fall short of
understanding them.
So when we laugh at someone who doesn’t
speak as well as we do, we must stop and take a look at what we are becoming. Before
cursing someone who killed themselves, saying they were selfish and scared and
weak, we must think what might have been the reason. When there is someone who
we don’t like being around since they are too boring to talk to, we must pause
and think what might be pissing them from within or what it is that makes them
feel so hollow that they desperately look for some person or the other, always,
to pour out their thoughts, feelings and unfulfilled desires, however shitty it
may be. Well, the thing is, unlike what we think, there is nobody here who
doesn’t know what shortcomings they have or what faults they made in the past.
There is literally not a goddamned person on this planet that is totally
unaware of their dark sides. But they cannot always just go around
acknowledging them to every other person they meet. They know what they have done
and that’s quite enough for them. We may think they are not changing but
honestly, they are. They are battling each day, yes, maybe in their comfort
zones but still, at least they are trying. And we have no right to blame them.
So before we blame anyone who is always yelling at people, we must pause and
think what happens to be the reason when we get to lash out at times.
In the end, we get to face everything. We
all face all. There is no experience that remains unique to an individual. And
only when we get there do we realize what they had been up to. An old man
looking for someone to talk and even being abandoned by his wife and children
just because he did something wrong in the past has a reason why he is the way
he is. And there will be a time when we will find ourselves there, too, one
day. The case may be different: in place of wife and children, there might be
our friends (worse, isn’t it?) who turned out to take no notice of us, which of
course is hurting. It is then that we will realize what battles that old man had been fighting.
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