In a moment of rage, hurt and stinging tears, the confessions tumbled out. No surprise. No judgments. Just soothing words. A few scattered comments.And then the advice: It isn't going to be rosy...You must settle with it.urgh !That's something already known and accepted.
It is rare that I have a heart to heart with any of my folks. Mostly the lack of deep conversation emanates from the discomfort of being judged on choices made.The more I was told to come to terms with the settling in part, the more rebellious I became.Partly, because I knew it to be unfair and partly also because an extremely rigid sense of right and wrong was installed in me long ago.It is probably something that never came from the surroundings. It came from within somewhere..and here i stand,pictured as strong person.
Often, I would question - Why can't the other party do it as much as I do it. These questions would be in relation to broken friendships, people who turned their backs in the moment of crisis etc.But then again that's one of the reason I've managed to become wiser.I know my feelings are valuable and there's no way anyone can ever mess up my self esteem..even though it needs courage and patience..and yes,i possess the very same.
Because on good days, they will stand by me, love me, hold me and be good to me. On bad days, there's no guarantee of anyone.