In life, there come certain points where you want to be heard. Although, occurring seldom, these times however, uncover the entire stack of emotions building within.
The packed, compressed emotions when lead out of their solitary have the ability of turning explosive.
This intense explosion unravels every bit of the agitation piled up during confinement. It has the power to blow up the virtues like aggression, supremacy, envy etc. and leave behind a wind of guilt that captures all. This traumatic explosion leaves severe wounds that aren’t possible to heal. Not even with time.
Therefore, value the choices of others’, respect their decisions and hear people out before you savor transgression, for you can merely interpret their situations, let alone live them.
Especially in a society like ours, where relating yourselves with terms like stress, depression, anxiety etc is still a huge taboo, it is vital to hear out your close ones. Unlike foreign states we aren’t privileged with rehabilitation and mental counselling. It is considered such a taboo if someone says, “you need help”.
Well, maybe, we all need help. Or perhaps, we all need to be more open. We need to create an environment where we talk our hearts out about topics that aren’t stereotypical, that are supposedly forbidden to be talked about.
Life is short and everyone is bounded by their own walls of morals, nobody is free. To some extent, it might be healthy to stay within bounds. but I think, we should be free in one thing; to speak.
The people around us, behold their own story -intense or not, good or bad- they all need to be heard, they all need to be valued. Let others speak. Give them a chance to let it out, let them be heard.