[ I was reading my Diary the other day, and came across this piece from a few years ago; it made me laugh at places for I clearly remembered why I had written this, and though I have made my way to the other side, so to speak – I thought I’d post it for the sake of the girl who had penned it in a desperate hour of contemplation and heartache; in hopes that it may help some other, going through something similar, gain insight and know that they’re not alone. ]
Dear reader, do you ever feel like your life is an open book, at the mercy of inquisitive, curious, interfering gossips crowding around you, peering at your pages, soiling them with their drooling faces, ready to tear them raw with canine teeth and unclean claws; to read you, discuss you, deliberate on you and interpret you in their own twisted and spiced-up ways, lick the sweet off the print and then spew it sour like venom from their sewer mouths, into the ears of the next gossipmonger that marches along colossally, their (dim) wits about themselves, ready to repeat the scuttlebutting process?
It’s easy to say that you’re above it all and to not care, but does it really work that way? Doesn’t every human have a need of and claim to humanity? The truth of the matter is that no matter what you say, it somehow seeps in and gets to you – sway you from the things you deemed correct for yourself and instead dwell on doubts and the endless spiral of he-said, she-said.
Yet in all this, remember, it’s always you who holds the power to make or break your spirit. People talk – it’s what they do, but whether to listen to them or not, whether to believe them or not, is all up to you. Break free from the need to please everyone, for the plain truth is that you cannot.
Sometimes you’re lost, metaphorically, feel low and hold irrational fears. In such moments, never forget that you’re powerful enough to be in control of who you are and how you feel. You wear the crown, you hold the scepter, you rule your own kingdom. Others are mere advisers and civilians, and invaders. Come into your power and have the guts to write your own destiny, your own story, your own words. Life is too short, too precious, to waste time brooding on green eyed monsters and self proclaimed judiciaries.
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg