We're never easy to live with.
We're brought up by parents who think we're the best thing in the world despite seeing the worst side of us.
We spend a considerable time of our life with siblings who've seen our most brutal, disgusting and annoying side.
We're constantly around friends who always stand by you irrespective of how much or how often we've stood by them.
For those of us who've had the privilege and honour of having pets, we've been surrounded by unconditional love and faith irrespective of what the returns might have been.
Then we're in a world that really doesn't care enough to differentiate two from two about us.
And we know that we're not easy to live with. I'm not sounding cynical when I say that we're brought up in such a cushioned and comfortable environment. I'm just being honest. We take what we want and leave the rest. We blindly follow and listen to our parents only till a point. Then we learn to discern and make do with what we think we need at that moment. We push unnecessary people away and absorb those who make sense to us. We discard without much and we take on without much either. We learn and unlearn. We move, stall, take a step back and perhaps change directions.
We proceed to take only that which makes sense to us. Always. We learn to fight for what we don't stand for. And it's something we learned to do even before we stopped to think over it. It's always been a take or leave option. Which is why we fall in and out of relationships, love and people's lives in general.
It's a wonder how we find people who make living with us so easy, so effortless, so natural.
Parents. They never really had a choice with us. We literally fell into their lap and they just had to deal with us. And deal with us, they did. Give us luxuries, they did. Watch us take them for granted, they did. Watch us walk off, they did. Watch us bang the door, they did. Give us life, they did. Help us cycle through life, they did. Let go, they did. But life never really gives up on us, and they didn't.
Siblings. They choose to take our shit and keep quiet. Or throw it back at us. They give us the option to come back. They give us the option to falter. They shamelessly watch us fall and laugh. But they always have the backbone steady and ready - for every tear, fear. And then they leave. But never really leave at all. Backbones never do, no matter how weak or strong.
Friends. They know us, watch us, love us, despise us, tell us off, hug us, hold us, comfort us, stroke our hair, take us out for that drive at just the right moment, buy us that beer when we craved that swig, laugh at us, laugh with us, share secrets with us, graze their knees when we fall and still walk on with us. Because that's what support does - it never falters.
And pets? They're God's angels. They're happiness, love, warmth, cuteness, joy and all things beautifully lovely, personified.
It is a marvel that we're destined to find at least someone who makes being lived with a little better, happier, comfortable, joyous and easy. We're not easy to live with. And yet it's all OK more often than not.
I guess it's because we've to live with someone too.
We're brought up by parents who think we're the best thing in the world despite seeing the worst side of us.
We spend a considerable time of our life with siblings who've seen our most brutal, disgusting and annoying side.
We're constantly around friends who always stand by you irrespective of how much or how often we've stood by them.
For those of us who've had the privilege and honour of having pets, we've been surrounded by unconditional love and faith irrespective of what the returns might have been.
Then we're in a world that really doesn't care enough to differentiate two from two about us.
And we know that we're not easy to live with. I'm not sounding cynical when I say that we're brought up in such a cushioned and comfortable environment. I'm just being honest. We take what we want and leave the rest. We blindly follow and listen to our parents only till a point. Then we learn to discern and make do with what we think we need at that moment. We push unnecessary people away and absorb those who make sense to us. We discard without much and we take on without much either. We learn and unlearn. We move, stall, take a step back and perhaps change directions.
We proceed to take only that which makes sense to us. Always. We learn to fight for what we don't stand for. And it's something we learned to do even before we stopped to think over it. It's always been a take or leave option. Which is why we fall in and out of relationships, love and people's lives in general.
It's a wonder how we find people who make living with us so easy, so effortless, so natural.
Parents. They never really had a choice with us. We literally fell into their lap and they just had to deal with us. And deal with us, they did. Give us luxuries, they did. Watch us take them for granted, they did. Watch us walk off, they did. Watch us bang the door, they did. Give us life, they did. Help us cycle through life, they did. Let go, they did. But life never really gives up on us, and they didn't.
Siblings. They choose to take our shit and keep quiet. Or throw it back at us. They give us the option to come back. They give us the option to falter. They shamelessly watch us fall and laugh. But they always have the backbone steady and ready - for every tear, fear. And then they leave. But never really leave at all. Backbones never do, no matter how weak or strong.
Friends. They know us, watch us, love us, despise us, tell us off, hug us, hold us, comfort us, stroke our hair, take us out for that drive at just the right moment, buy us that beer when we craved that swig, laugh at us, laugh with us, share secrets with us, graze their knees when we fall and still walk on with us. Because that's what support does - it never falters.
And pets? They're God's angels. They're happiness, love, warmth, cuteness, joy and all things beautifully lovely, personified.
It is a marvel that we're destined to find at least someone who makes being lived with a little better, happier, comfortable, joyous and easy. We're not easy to live with. And yet it's all OK more often than not.
I guess it's because we've to live with someone too.
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