Fight!

There have been epic love stories, numerous love letters, melodies, beautiful poetic verses about “Love of my life”. Who is the love of your life? The person who loves you unconditionally or the one you love or loved? No matter what the circumstance or the situation. The person who didn’t choose you, how do they get the label of “ The Love”, should it not be for the person who stays with you for your life. Who loves you through good and bad times, accepts the broken you, happily lives in the tiny tiny space that you allow them to live in and understands the fact that the majority of that heart belongs to someone else. Who is that person then? What do you call them? What are they designated as?

Every person is damaged goods, everyone has a past. Everyone has their own set of nightmares and demons that ride the nights and make days a misery. We start to build a wall around us and yet we are so open to tell anyone or that someone all about what went wrong, maybe searching for that someone who will listen to the story and still be there holding our hand tightly afterwards. Is it because we want that wall broken? The scars healed? Maybe. But then why do we not recognize the people who acknowledge our scars? Why is it that a memory wins and a living person is left tormented? Is that right? Then why open up, why give a peek inside the wall and show who you are as a person.  Why drag the other person to your hell, when they are burning in their own. If the “love of your life” is living their life, why believe that you are cheating on them, on a memory rather. They moved on right, why are you stuck?

Why is it that some seek out another damaged souls, urge them to open up, wait for them to accept you as you are, make you fall for them and then back down. Why? Everybody is scared, some hide it better.The game of hide and seek is really not something that you play with another, especially the damaged. The hot and cold or the pull and push strategy, why would you even play mind games, lie and fabricate stories.Is it that when someone breaks you, you decide that the one person who truly cares for you suffers the brunt of it. So you burn them to get your revenge on what…love?

I used to believe in “love of my life”, “one man woman” concepts, so naïve, but I have come to realize that it is not about who loves you or who you love but it’s about who accepts you as you are and offers that hand to steady you every time you fall or wipe the tears every time they falls or just give you the shoulder to rest your head on. Not someone who plays with you, just to get a brief sense of how life could be only to abandon later. Such people are never reliable. You know when you unconditionally love someone, with all the passion you have in you, you give them power. They will abuse that power, intentionally or unintentionally, at some point in their lives. You will do things for them, you will go out of your way, you will fight for them as you should because you love that person. But at some point, you also need to know that you have to fight for yourself too. All this while you are fighting for the other but no one really is fighting for you. They let you go, you let yourself go, you break, you shatter and yet when someone tries to piece you together, you push them. They are the ones who are fighting for you, they need your respect.  You only matter when someone chooses you, irrespective of everything, they choose you. Know them, judge them, respect them and care for their feelings, before it’s too late. Life is meant to be lived, even when shadowed with the past or the many other challenges you will face. Life is not linear, amongst the darkness there is always a light, guide yourself to it, through the tears and the fear. So, fight for you, live for you…you deserve it and give it back ten folds who help you through it!