Some decisions are tough to take while some seem easy.
It has taken me a lot of years to realise this one thing.
A lot has been taken from me in the name of love and respect but suprisingly, I've been given a lot too.
I can say that I'm grateful for both of the above.
Yes, I'm.
Simply because the experiences taught me so much that no human, not even my parents, could teach me. It shaped my perspective towards being a better version of my own self.
While I write this, I have also come in terms with the fact that no doubt the bad too teaches you a lot of good but at times, it leaves you scarred a lot and some scars, never heal.
Looking at them or even accidently revisiting them makes one go through a whole line of flashbacks.
However, some scars do have the healing property but some people, since they want to satisfy their own being, go to the lowest possible extent and cut open that scar, not once, not twice but multiple times.
You beg, you cry, you make them realise how much it hurts but they don't stop and keep repeating the same again and again.
Maybe it gives them the satisfaction that they lack in their lives.
Unfortunately, such people are the ones we trust, the ones we love, the ones who have seen us grow. No matter how much we try to explain them our pain, they just don't understand.
Why?
Because understanding doesn't require any capability or skill, understanding is a choice.
Yes, a choice!
People choose how they want to behave with you. They choose if they want to listen to you or not. They choose if they want to feel you or not. They choose if they want to understand you or not.
So, I too, choose to liberate myself from such people.
I know it's going to be hard. I'm going to remember the goods that they have done to me but I can also see the scars that they have given me, shamelessly and knowingly.
As no doubts perceive in my mind while I write this, I know what is good for me and I choose to do good to me.
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