// hurt //
I wish I could be how others are. So calculated and private. They only sieve through details of their lives. Carefully picking out their vulnerabilities as if it is effortless. Consciously or subconsciously only celebrating their successes and triumphs and hiding away the struggles that happen behind curtains. I guess that's what gets you ahead in this world. And akes you more palatable. No one enjoys people who speak their mind and wear their feelings on their sleeves. People who are true about when they fall down and those who still choose to show up with the bruises. People only feel sorry for them without actually sympathising. It is so easy to pick on someone you think is okay from afar. But it might have taken the most courage they've had to muster to show up. And then you believing they are invincible still in-sensitively ask something that is completely inappropriate. They might answer with a straight face but inside they may crumble a little. Life may have been unkind but it is the people who make it suffocating. I don't know when it became okay to always keep this front of having it together and progressing and when was struggling looked down upon? Who made these standards of success anyway? Why has life narrowed down to just goals? Who made your worth measured in how much relatable you are. When does this chase end? When was it alright to hurt someone at the expense of others mental health and yet wear the disguise of caring for their well being. When was it made okay to be unkind? Who made it alright to cross boundaries? Where did all the basic etiquette of conversation vanish? All courtesies have died. People find it alright to divulge into their insecurities. All the while feeding a void that no one can fulfil, not even themselves.
