Me : Whom do you love most in this world?
Mom : Myself, of course…
Me : Second most?
Mom : Again me *smiles*
Me : And third place goes to?
Mom : Me again! You need not repeat the question. I love myself a lot…
How important is it to love yourself in such a way that you don’t let others take that liberty of hurting you?
Why do people hurt themselves coz of others? I guess people get upset or sad depending on other’s actions and not coz of their own. Which leads me to another qn - why are we dependent on others for our happiness?
Whenever I talk to people nowadays, their reason for being sad or depressed is coz of another person. It’s nearly impossible to NOT let a person hurt you but the least we can do is respect our own feelings and not to take things too seriously and preferably not think too much about it – the ifs and the buts i.e.
Once upon a time, Dhanya used to be a big cry baby. She used to cry over literally everything. Just recently, my grandmother told me she can’t believe how I have grown up to be the strong person that I’m today, a kind of person who doesn’t really care a damn even if people bitch about her. You won’t believe the number of ridiculous questions I have to face everyday –
“Why isn’t she getting married? Maybe she’s having an affair.” (Oh! How I wish I was!)
“Why does she stay up late? Maybe she’s chatting with a foreigner to keep up with their time zone.” (Some people fail to understand that insomniacs do exist.)
“Why do you have to evaluate every single detail of your would-be? Just find an average joe and get married to him!” (In short, I should just get married to prospects who end up looking more at my feet than conversing with me.)
I react to these questions by just smiling and nodding. The one thing I have understood over the years is not to expect people to understand you ALL the time. Their mindset is different, so is yours & mine. I’ve found out that by telling these people what they want to hear or what they feel is right, you appease them and yourself too. In this way, I don’t hurt them and myself in the process….
I love myself too much to let people hurt me again. Maybe I have had enuff, that's why. My blog posts might show me as a goofy, sometimes stupid, happy go lucky, bubbly kinda person but I'm just an average gal who has gone through her share of heart breaks and muck but never really found it necessary to show the sadness coz I believe - "When you smile, the whole world smiles with you. When you cry, you cry alone."
Depression can spread. Try talking about how gloomy you are for long and see how it affects the other person too. In the same way, happiness can spread too... but in a good way. In the end, people are all selfish. They want to feel good. Try taking a guess as to who anyone would prefer to be with - the gloomy or the happy person?
At the moment…
I love myself..
I love my life..
I love my family..
… The only thing that might seem missing from the picture is that perfect guy. I might sound really crazy here, but somehow I get the feeling that that void too will be filled up soon. Really soon...