Degrees of Unyielding
For starting off with one of the many invalid reasons that describe the current state of our world is the notion of us being worthless.
We shape ourselves off our personal experiences. All of us face a certain degree of adversity while growing up. Whether it be in the form of silence that grew to deafen or the suffocating weight of our responsibilities. Many of us have underwent the same stereotypical circumstances during schooling years that somehow became significant enough to change the path of our lives altogether.
As far as tragic memories go it would be forfeit not to mention the mentor.THAT mentor.
(*cue for organ background music playing*)
Those flashes are left in all of our minds. That sarcastic self-satisfied smirk , those stone cold dead eyes , that way of talking about anything and it ending up condescending our existence.
So where am i getting at? For starters , rest assured , this is not an article for acquitting them of any blame.
Yes they were terrible people.
Yes they had their reasons.
Yes we aren't going to feel terrible about people who made us feel terrible.
I hope there is someone reading this who disagrees with what I am about to say , but in my personal meagre experience I have yet to encounter a teacher who did not completely crush me as they believed it to be the only way to bring out the best in me. After a lifetime of such occurrences you get used to it. you get used to your disappointed tutors , your expecting parents , your gossiping neighbors, tutting distant relatives who you can barely name much less recall how they are related to you.
We have also had more than our fair share of teachers who in their desire to want the best for us have often crushed us beyond repair. I am surrounded by teens who serve as broken toys on the sidelines of the triumphing toddler of fate who is satisfied by our bowed heads embracing defeat.
It would be more delusional still to clear ourselves entirely of blame.Taking effect of every possible statement after convincing ourselves of its worst possible meaning has become a norm for most of us.
A time will come or has already came in your life when you crash and fall. Contrary to public belief we fall not because of the turbulent winds or having the misfortune of getting caught at the center of the storm, our plane always was and will always be able to withstand external conditions. We will always crash when we run out of fuel, the simple expedient of having enough of everyone and everything , of craving nothingness, of utterly losing the will to land safely much less proceed with our flight.
Yet at the end of the day when it happens we blame almost everyone around us for committing the slightest of mistakes. We turn into that rude cashier in the bank, or the grumpy lady at the bus stop who snaps at everyone.
These self created problems , catalyzed by the mere action of over-thinking someone's opinion of us are the reason we offer ourselves for the endless dollops of self pity we consume regularly, for the wrongness that seems to run within our blood , for the different deteriorating version of us we turn into after something affects us too much.
I am not telling you to stop feeling. This world needs more people like you. People who care , who aren't indifferent to its proceedings.
This is not about being oversensitive.
Its about not trusting your plane.
Its about giving something permission to break you because no one ever told you that you are strong enough to fight it.
Wherever you are, whoever you are, as long as you're breathing you have a life, you have a plane.A strong unyielding plane that can carry you anywhere as soon as you figure out how to fly it.Yes there are degrees of unyielding but everyone's plane is unyielding enough.
The storm outside matters as much as you'll allow it to.
It'll affect you as much as you doubt the strength of your plane.
Please keep flying. You are so much more important than you will ever know. You are so much more than the world thinks of you. And whatever you do just remember , that this plane you take for granted, is a privilege denied to most.
We shape ourselves off our personal experiences. All of us face a certain degree of adversity while growing up. Whether it be in the form of silence that grew to deafen or the suffocating weight of our responsibilities. Many of us have underwent the same stereotypical circumstances during schooling years that somehow became significant enough to change the path of our lives altogether.
As far as tragic memories go it would be forfeit not to mention the mentor.THAT mentor.
(*cue for organ background music playing*)
Those flashes are left in all of our minds. That sarcastic self-satisfied smirk , those stone cold dead eyes , that way of talking about anything and it ending up condescending our existence.
So where am i getting at? For starters , rest assured , this is not an article for acquitting them of any blame.
Yes they were terrible people.
Yes they had their reasons.
Yes we aren't going to feel terrible about people who made us feel terrible.
I hope there is someone reading this who disagrees with what I am about to say , but in my personal meagre experience I have yet to encounter a teacher who did not completely crush me as they believed it to be the only way to bring out the best in me. After a lifetime of such occurrences you get used to it. you get used to your disappointed tutors , your expecting parents , your gossiping neighbors, tutting distant relatives who you can barely name much less recall how they are related to you.
We have also had more than our fair share of teachers who in their desire to want the best for us have often crushed us beyond repair. I am surrounded by teens who serve as broken toys on the sidelines of the triumphing toddler of fate who is satisfied by our bowed heads embracing defeat.
It would be more delusional still to clear ourselves entirely of blame.Taking effect of every possible statement after convincing ourselves of its worst possible meaning has become a norm for most of us.
A time will come or has already came in your life when you crash and fall. Contrary to public belief we fall not because of the turbulent winds or having the misfortune of getting caught at the center of the storm, our plane always was and will always be able to withstand external conditions. We will always crash when we run out of fuel, the simple expedient of having enough of everyone and everything , of craving nothingness, of utterly losing the will to land safely much less proceed with our flight.
Yet at the end of the day when it happens we blame almost everyone around us for committing the slightest of mistakes. We turn into that rude cashier in the bank, or the grumpy lady at the bus stop who snaps at everyone.
We turn into what we hate whilst hating and criticizing it. Moreover we become that person for someone we care for and so the cycle continues.
These self created problems , catalyzed by the mere action of over-thinking someone's opinion of us are the reason we offer ourselves for the endless dollops of self pity we consume regularly, for the wrongness that seems to run within our blood , for the different deteriorating version of us we turn into after something affects us too much.
I am not telling you to stop feeling. This world needs more people like you. People who care , who aren't indifferent to its proceedings.
This is not about being oversensitive.
Its about not trusting your plane.
Its about giving something permission to break you because no one ever told you that you are strong enough to fight it.
Wherever you are, whoever you are, as long as you're breathing you have a life, you have a plane.A strong unyielding plane that can carry you anywhere as soon as you figure out how to fly it.Yes there are degrees of unyielding but everyone's plane is unyielding enough.
The storm outside matters as much as you'll allow it to.
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| Don't let the cold bother you too. |
It'll affect you as much as you doubt the strength of your plane.
Please keep flying. You are so much more important than you will ever know. You are so much more than the world thinks of you. And whatever you do just remember , that this plane you take for granted, is a privilege denied to most.
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