Met a girl today. Totally helpless and hopeless about life. She seemed to have lost all the meaning to her life. She is alive on anti-depressants, and can any time cut her nerves. Looked visibly tensed. On the verge of crying on every little trigger, smiling only when absolutely necessary, and is absolutely sure of the fact that her worries are the biggest than all. I tried to console her saying that all of us have our share of worries and struggles in life, but after every instance that I tried to put, she used to say that mine is bigger.
Why is it that we always feel that we have the most troubles to face, the saddest life to live and are the most unlucky ones? My mother always says that in grief we should see the people who are in worse conditions than us and in extreme happiness the ones who have achieved more than us. This way we can live a balanced life.
Okay, coming back to Simran, the girl I met today, the reason for her wanting to end her life is a break-off from her boy-friend. Sigh, this is the 21st century and woman can still be in such a pitiable condition! She got herself too emotionally involved with the guy, somebody who later on turned out to be crooked. The reason, I feel, for landing up to this state is that a woman generally tends to give up everything for the person she loves, to some extent she even forgets about herself and He becomes everything for her, she looses her individuality. And then when the guy merrily ditches her, she cries, cribs about him being unfaithful, and takes this extreme decision to end her life. I don’t say that only women attach themselves so much but then the recovery ratio is better in the case of men.
Why do we forget about our own self while in love? I know true love means two bodies and one soul, but doesn’t it mean that both of you have equal respect for that soul? If I see that the person I love does not have any respect for that soul, I will try and part ways from him thinking that he never deserved to share my soul. I love my soul and anyone who will share it has to prove himself in every way to stake a rightful demand on it.
So people it’s not a crime to fall in love with somebody but it is the biggest crime to think of ending your life for love. There are others who love you, and don’t forget that its his unfortune that he never realised your true love and made a joke of it and not your fault that you loved him with a pure and honest heart.
And given however deep the roots of understanding may be…never loose your identity, your individuality.