Year end often translates to year- end cleaning, so this weekend was spent in trying to clear through the ‘crap’ (yes, my mom used this very exact word) which was all cluttered up in my desks, drawers, cupboards and what not. Since I didn’t have any excuse for being busy otherwise – my mom had just caught me lazing around – I had no choice but get on with the task I least enjoy doing. And there’s a reason why.
Every time I go through this exercise of ‘trying to throw away things I don’t need anymore’, I find that the heap of things to be discarded grows smaller and smaller and doesn’t seem to make much difference to the amount of ‘crap’ in my room. This time, when I again sorted my things into the want and don’t’want list, I found myself clinging to the most silliest things, which someone else in my place would have thrown it long time back : a broken earring, bus tickets, used refills…………….. All this time I justified myself with the age-old reason; that we don’t throw away such stuff, because we believe that it may come to use someday. But bus tickets? For all the world, I couldn’t fathom what use they could be to me and would have willingly thrown away, except I found small silly scribblings on the backside of the tickets. Sent me into a flash back mode : Bored with the sleep-inducing lecture, me and my friends and started ‘chatting’ by writing on those tickets I had found in my bag. Never mind that what we wrote wasn’t really that funny to be preserved for so long. Never mind that I am not – and would not want to be – on talking terms with them anymore. Then why was I clinging to them all this time?
Memories. That’s what we try to hold on to when we try to keep these silly things. It’s not the thing which we seem reluctant to let go but the memory associated with it. Memories of the good times which we once had. Wondering what went wrong, what could have been avoided. All kinds of memories. But cherishable. Sweet ‘memorabilia’ of the sweet times. Which is also the reason that those with a broken heart are asked to do away with anything given by the ex’s. Because they bring back memories. And holding on to memories means ever more so difficult to let go and come out of the negative space: it consistently remains in your mind, it’s presence prompted by these very ‘things’.
But is it really that bad to hold on. Should you let go of such memories? Do people really ‘get over’ someone? I don’t know what I would want if I am on the other side of the scenario. Truly speaking, it would hurt a bit if I didn’t matter to them so much anymore. Deep down, wouldn’t you? But then, sad indeed it would be if what remains with you are just the memories, and not the person itself. Like Albus Dumbledore says to Harry Potter ,“Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.” If you find, that you just don’t matter to them anymore. If you don’t necessarily are the first thought in the morning and the last one at night. If you are just a backup, to fall back on in times when there’s no one else. If they never call up just to ask how you are. If they can never really fathom if you are sad or angry or frustrated. If they feel irksome whenever you are low……………..
A message send to me once said , “If you remain too long with a person who treats you like an option, you will never find the one who treats you like a priority’. But then, sometimes you just can’t let go of them, can you? Though someday, I do hope I become a priority for someone and not just an option………….
The chain of thoughts seem to continue so I will stop. It’s better to not think much; people don’t have the patience for crabby, low people –no one does. So, I better stop complaining and continue as if I never wrote this……Keep it to me, never to be revealed…………….
Look closely, you see the pain in her eyes,
The smile she's wearing is but a guise,
The bubbly surface acting as a veil,
Hiding the turmoil within without fail,
Hurt, anger, pain, exhaust;
Whatever little hope she had's lost
Now the charade will continue, minus the glow,
No one gave a damn and no one will ever know.....
The smile she's wearing is but a guise,
The bubbly surface acting as a veil,
Hiding the turmoil within without fail,
Hurt, anger, pain, exhaust;
Whatever little hope she had's lost
Now the charade will continue, minus the glow,
No one gave a damn and no one will ever know.....