What wrong have we done if we have failed? Do we stop trying and stay insulated throughout after? Who do we rely on when we have suffered a setback? Is it really a horrifying experience? And the biggest question is: does this time actually reveal the best of our friends?
Things change and the bubble burst. Our lives aren't ideal. They are supposed to be flawed, or what would make us humans? We try and we fail, and then we try to rise and maybe fail again, but does that mean we stay insulated? Does that mean we never try? Does that mean our life has paved the path for people to insult us and bring embarrassment?
The hardest time reveals truest of the friends. But it is a sad part of the world right now that no one cares. Everyone seems to be focused about their lives and stay oblivious about other people's sufferings. Life is a daunting task, I know, but to have good friends (to care and to be cared) is what makes it easier.
Failing in a subject, failing a year or failing a job is difficult for a person going through, but what rages me is the callous approach of our friends. Recently, I have contacted by a very special friend who complains about her friends being careless about her feelings in a matter that requires ample of support, care and love. But the things never go the way we want them to be.
She didn't expect all their time, but a pat on her shoulder was enough, that she was doing okay. This is what they have to do, and precisely that she was motivated to be going forward. But a second was not spared.
That brings to my time two years back when I failed the entrance to join a very prestigious medical institution and the situation following the failure. There is no way I can overlook those pitiless attitude of my family, my relatives and even my friends. I can't overlook those days when I contemplated suicide, the times when I didn't sleep at night and cried for hours, but what was really etched on my mind is the taunts of my friends mocking me of being in an awkward disposition.
Why do we always keep saying we are busy? Are we actually? It is actually so cliché and I can't resist saying that priorities matter. What we prioritize is what we give all our time to. I am not at all suggesting that there is an absence of love and affection on their behalf. We do have our heads wrapped around certain things, but it is important to look out for those people who would have been your great supporter if you would have been stuck in the same marsh.
An advice to the people who long affection is that they start working on their sensitivity. It is nice to have vulnerabilities, but it is crucial to control them so that it doesn't cause any pain.
In this all, I can't help but wonder: have we stopped to befriend people correctly?
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