Limitations. We all have many of those. Most are present like invisible parasites, revealing themselves in times of extremities. And we sometimes don’t even realise that we are unable to do something because of a self-imposed limitation.
Like I couldn‘t write all this while because I thought I wasn’t inspired enough. I wasn’t inspired enough because I was angry all the time- I was scared, hurt and my ego had monstrous expectations from everyone and everything but myself. My limitations; that held me back from simply living life and being the best I could be.
But do we really take time to analyse and reason about every circumstance that we are unhappy about? Or do we go about placing the blame on others to soothe our egos and fire our anger? Or get into a shell of darkness where everything seems wrong and negative; when things may really not be that bad at all. Or even worse, suppress it all deep inside; only for it burst out like a volcano later.
What is it about perception that is so hard to get? Why can’t we make a good thing a habit, whereas a bad thing becomes a routine almost instantaneously. Even if someone does ten good things, one bad thing they do is given more weightage than all the good ones. How can we label someone as an ‘[xyz = add-adjective]’ person, when we don’t really know them at all? Heck, we probably never know ourselves completely all the time. Then how can we live with such a narrow perception [that leads to consequential change in behaviour] and yet expect that the world welcome us with arms wide open?
Someone once told me; ‘you get what you give’. So, is it any surprise that we don’t get true happiness until we make someone happy? Or we aren’t forgiven until we learn to forgive? We can’t be loved without being loving? All these clichés actually make sense. It’s the law of nature- what goes around comes back around. Maybe in the exact way that you give out something, or maybe in various other forms… but as you sow so shall you reap.
Are we required to be perfect? Is anyone perfect at all? Then why feel so insecure to be imperfect among all the other imperfect personalities? Why think that the past defines us and thereby ruin the present and future? When we know that ‘now’ is what matters really, why do we hanker over bygone incidents that are merely memories? Why feel compelled to conform to anybody or anything, when we are all supposedly unique? Why crib about being lonely, when we don’t go out and make friends wholeheartedly? Why curse the world, when our attitude can define and change our lives?
Why oh why are we so hell bent upon drawing boundaries in our own minds and lives? And yet, we jump at the act of pointing fingers, finding flaws and feel superior with glee when someone has a shortcoming? Why do we expect so much from the world, when we hardly give out anything to our inner circle; let alone the world?
If you are chained, will you curse the person who you think chained you or look for ways to get out? The answer maybe obvious; but is it practically so obvious when those chains are bound to your mind and thoughts? Is anyone stopping you from freeing yourself? If no, then why are you stopping yourself? If yes, what can you do about it? Nothing? Think again. There’s always more to something than what we perceive, sense, see and experience. If we believe we know it all, it’s our foolish limitation.
Time to break-free.
Family. Friends. I wonder why someone chose to label the relationships that we live with. Why it is even necessary to name what we feel and share with a few people in the world. I think the whole debate of family over friends and friends over family is pointless. No matter how we are biologically related or non-related, what matters most is the pull and warmth we have towards each other. That warmth or love or anything you may want to term it, doesn’t require the labels of society or the bindings of DNA.
The familiarity and level of comfort that we share with the other person is through time, talk, experience, incidents and simple love. There is definitely giving and receiving, but they don’t have conditions and ego. At least not in the same degree as most of the other relations do. That’s the beauty of the people we love and who love us. And that is so rare.
There are times when family sucks as much as friends/other relationships may do, when people you love, look up-to, hurt you, disregard you and do not accept you for who you are. They play mind games, hurl accusations, hide behind their ego and judgement to confront you and what not. So what difference does family and friendship have? You gotta live with the former no matter what, while you can simply let go of the latter. Not much solace there. Why the imprisonment then?!
I just think it’d be so simple, if we didn’t have the obligations to put up with everyone and everything. How nice would it be to talk and be with the people we mutually want to and love it. To share time with people who make us happy, who value us and who are willing to accept us for who we are and love us enough to help us become better people.
The more I’m growing up and meeting different people, and seeing people around me grow older, one thing is obvious- change is the constant. Be it family or friends- there is no guarantee to how long people will ‘love’ or accept you. Because turns out everyone is out there for themselves, so you are in, as long it’s within the comfort zone of the other, beyond it- you are nothing but a pest. So, where really does the ‘love’ figure? Where really does the ‘warmth’ feature?
I feel chained and bound to such obligatory relationships, where you need to be polite and nice for the sake of it, put up with people who pretend to put up with you. It’s so tiring.
Then I remember the other relationships that I have; with parents, best friends, a few relatives, friends and acquaintances and it makes me happy. The few people who let me be, who I accept, with whom spending time doesn’t feel like a burden or punishment.
Yeah, makes me smile.
So I guess, one of my resolutions for this year is to throw away [at least mentally] the people who pull me down, whose company doesn’t exactly make me happy, whose presence compels me to change myself beyond necessity. Goodbye to the negative. I neither have the time, the wish, the energy or space for such horrors in my life any more.
And I hope you will usher the new year with happy, friendly and loving people around you too.
I find so much of it so over-rated. When I was a kid I was told to always respect my elders. Why? Because they are older and more experienced. As I grew older, I began to have a dissenting view. I began to question why I should respect someone just because he/she is an adult or is older than I. What is so special about being grown up that separates one from the ‘innocents/kiddos’ and automatically makes one the recipient of respect?
Does being an adult imply that the person has all the maturities and thought-processes befitting an adult? What exactly are the ‘qualifications’ of being an adult? And who decides what the qualifications are? And why is it necessary to confine ourselves to what has so far been a norm?
What if I want to be an adult in my own right and my own way? What if I decide that I don’t want to follow the conventional modes of breaking into an adult- work, marriage, children, retirement and loads of planning and savings? And the flip-side of the psychological aspects of adulthood that I have so far observed- diplomacy, patience, mind games, word games, suppression of thoughts or imposition of thoughts, an attitude of superiority, loads of ego and unnecessary self-importance. Umm? What gives?!
I am losing respect to the whole adage surrounding adulthood. From experience I have seen so many adults behave like children mentally. Being stubborn, holding onto grudges and ego, imposing responsibility on the self and surrounding, expecting too much whilst the same is not delivered by the self, too much talk and very little action. The hypocrisy of it all is astounding. What minds must have worked to set up this whole system, eh?
“What’s wrong with our children? Adults telling children to be honest while lying and cheating. Adults telling children to not be violent while marketing and glorifying violence… I believe that adult hypocrisy is the biggest problem children face.”- Marian Wright Edelman
So, how much can you rely on an adult to guide you into being an adult? We are expected to follow our elders and believe what they say is true and right. What if it’s the exact opposite in certain aspects? When does one ever really grow up? We always have something to learn, so do our elders too, right? Of course, we need to respect them for experience that they leave us with, if not anything else. But that’s my point. Being an adult is simply over-rated.
Does being an adult mean that one has to always be responsible and worry about what others say? If no, then why is it expected of us to behave so? And if one dares to defy convention, one is outcast. So what’s the point of being an adult, when one can’t do what one wants completely?
Isn’t being grown up associated with mental maturity, understanding, acceptance, responsibility and some extent of rationality? Then, why the two faced demeanour? Of course no one is perfect, but why pretend to be?
Why not keep it simple, and actually just communicate, exchange views and ideologies, agree to agree/disagree and move on? The facade of it all is so irritating.
To all the adults out there: what makes you an adult? Frankly, I don’t know why I should be labelled as an adult or why anyone should be for that matter! We learn, grow up and experience different things at different times. We are adults at 20, only biologically, adults at 18 only legally. But mentally, I wonder how many of us are really ‘adults’!!
If a person wants to be recognised as an adult and be respected for it, shouldn’t he/she at least behave in some manner like an adult? It is so tiring to see the hypocrisy. To see the stress-ridden shoulders that are burdened with the expected and conventional responsibilities of adulthood. Why not simply be? Why can’t a person who has attained mental and physical maturity and is biologically grown up enough to make sane/rational decisions, live life the way he/she wants? Does the ideology of ‘live and let live’, apply only with regards to matters of world peace and religious conflicts? Why not in the real world of everyday, ordinary life?
Why can’t I just be me? Does being me and defying convention, mean that am not an adult really? That I still have a lot of growing up to do? Then please explain how those ‘adults’ who still have immaturity in them and lack certain other personality traits are so grown up?
How great it must be for Reena to be living her dream, studying in ‘the top college’ and doing what she so desperately wanted to. She told me, that life wasn’t that great, she wasn’t really happy and she didn’t have so many of the things that her friends did. For example; she felt bad that they had chauffeur driven cars when she had to use the college bus. That her friends went to the coolest places in town, had rich bfs, shopped as much as they wanted; while she wasn’t always allowed to go and hates her parents every now and then. Err.. whatever happened to being grateful for being admitted to the college, scoring well, having a decent life and simply enjoying it?
Apparently that’s not uncommon, people are so sorry about themselves that they are blinded to what is right in front of them and at times covet what is really not a big deal and maybe unimportant, at the cost of their peace of mind.
Kajal always felt that she was too thin for a girl her age and wasn’t really attractive at all. She wanted to be like her cousin Tamanna who [according to her] had the perfect ‘figure’. She felt sorry for herself to an extent that she started to feel disgusted by her body. One day, Tamanna just happened to mention that she felt she was fat and dark or maybe not. Kajal stared transfixed. The girl she looked upto was sorry for being the way she was?! How sad was that, and here she was sorry about herself… when there wasn’t anything wrong with her!
‘Someone always has it better than you.’ Really? What rubbish is that when the ‘someone’ is not even on the same level as you! None of us is the same. We are merely similar. So, how can there be be any justifiable comparison? Why even compare, when we know everyone is different. From the cellular molecules, thoughts, body, family, upbringing, attitudes etc etc. Heck, there are so many different people in our own immediate circle of people.
Fine, you want to compare? Do it. Be grateful when you see the differences. But stop feeling sorry for yourself. The only reason you are sorry for the state you are in or the person you are now, is because you aren’t accepting yourself. Something is not necessarily wrong with you. [ Exceptions being: mental/physical/psychological illnesses]. This habit of self-pity needs to stop and go right now.
Complaining about it, ranting about it, repeating how sorry/bad/sad you feel to different people in different ways, will not really help, unless you are willing to actually take their advice. Unless you are willing to stop being sorry about yourself. Nothing is wrong with you. What maybe wrong, is the attitude, the negative self-talk; the depressive habit that makes you feel sorry for yourself. And the fact that you’re doing nothing to change it!
How bad can it be really? Did you lose someone, a limb, an organ, some highly valuable possession, your self-respect, your heart? If it’s nothing along those lines, then for heaven’s sake, snap out of that drudgery.
Life’s not all that bad and negative. You still have so much potential and so much good in you and happening to you. The fact that you are using the internet is something to be grateful about. [You say no, then I hope you realise it when your internet stops working! 😐 ]
Someone else has a better life, better job, better friends [yeah I was weirded out when I heard it too], better materialistic possessions, whatever. IT DOES NOT MATTER. Their existence is not going to determine how you live, so don’t put yourself out there for misery to suck your happiness.
If you don’t like what’s happening to you or what you are making out of your life or how you feel about yourself, make changes. Start accepting life for what it is. Understand who you are and love yourself for the good things and start changing what you can. If you can’t change things on a physical level, then change your attitude towards accepting it.
I met a friend the other day, she had such a positive glow about her. She was doing what she loved and was extremely positive about everyone around her. This, despite the fact that people think she’s losing out on a great career. She just laughs it off and does what she loves. She’s not sorry. She has merely accepted herself and has made decisions to live life the way she wants.
What’s holding you back?
How do you realize that something’s become a habit, before it becomes difficult to get out of?
Psychologically, a habit is considered to be a mental pattern. A system that the brain/mind is accustomed to follow subconsciously, through consistent repetitions . So, obviously, it’s not easy to break.
Especially, if you are as lazy as I am. Some habits are so comfortable that one simply doesn’t want to break them. It’s so easy to simply be pulled into another routine, even if’s not a good thing. It’s a habit, something we’re so accustomed to it. Why change now? And doing something else requires hard-work and hard-work requires energy. Which I lack for this particular act. Riiiight.
Waking up late is not necessarily a choice for everyone. For some it’s become a habit to never witness sunrise or see the rest of the family members leave home for work. It’s become a habit to sleep late, even if there is nothing worthwhile to do, the creative mind comes up with innumerable ways to procrastinate and stay awake.
Same goes for change, one is so used to whatever routine is present, whether one likes it or not. But change? A big NO! It’s the case of ‘I’d rather stay under the rock because it’s cosy here than venture into the world and look at the fields and lakes beyond’. Sigh.
And being lazy is the worst.. it’s such a self-destructive habit. A lazy person doesn’t even realize that he’s lazy. Such is the level of comfort. Hard-work is like oil on water to a lazy person. Simply doesn’t gel.
These very habits when out of control, can turn into addictions and obsessions. Almost everyone I know has been an internet addict at some point or the other. As long as it’s just a phase, no biggie. But when it begins to slip out of control, things get ugly. There are mood swings, frustrations, depression and immense fatigue.
Is it really worth it? What habits do we have? How good are they for us and how do they affect the people around us? We get irked sometimes when someone has a bad habit that we don’t approve of. What about our own habits? How many of them are good or productive or at least do nothing negative to anyone?
Are you happy with all the habits that you have? What about the ones that you think can be altered a bit or changed completely? When a habit becomes ingrained and we are totally comfortable, then we automatically fight against change. Most times, it’s an involuntary reaction. Like when you are habituated to defending yourself constantly; everything someone else says keeps you on guard too. That’s not healthy.
So now what? Where to start? How to change? Is change really required, when it’s so comfortable right now? And what if… blah blah blah ? All the scary, idiotic, nonsensical, logical what ifs will always be present. The important thing is to prioritize and to understand what the habits are doing and will end up doing.
Sometimes it’s easy to get rid of a habit, but most times it requires hard work. There’s no hard and fast rule as to how you can develop a new habit or get rid of an old one. But I remember being told often that if you want to cultivate something as a habit, keep doing it for 21 days or at least 15 days straight. And don’t stop after the second or third day. That’s very important. It actually works.
P.S. Frankly, my inspiration was denying me my creative rights, but I decided to set a habit for this blog. Makes me happy.