The reasons we need.

 

In a world where we have been continuously narrated that, “It’s all in your head”, or, “just try being happy”, and the best of the lot, “depression is a state of mind.” Well, here’s a little light on that enormously misunderstood subject: Do not comment on something you do not have the faintest idea about. Not only do you make yourself look like an idiot you also paint someone else who has spent every morning trying to paste a smile on a face as an “idiot”.

I have been on the receiving end of many ignorant yet clever and helpful to themselves, advice. But in that massive haystack of nothing less than self consciousness and self loathing, feeling nothing short of being misunderstood and tagged as an “attention seeker,” “cry baby”, “over-thinker” and much more; I found one microscopic needle. It was simple. And in my case, an approach that was surprisingly effective. The task was to list down reasons to live. Although it seemed utterly hopeless at that moment, I’m pleasantly shocked to say that, I surprised myself.

I live because I love dogs. I live because I want to eat my favourite food. I live because I want to write a piece that will make my species smile. I live because I like it when my favorite people smile. I live because I do not know how many more people need me to make them smile. I live because I’m a dreamer. I live because I am comfortable in my skin, regardless of what is being thrown at my insecurities. I live because I know of at least one person who will cry because I was standing there in front of them when they least expected it. I live because I matter to others. I live because I’m not selfish enough to hurt others by giving up. I live because I love dogs.

There are so many of us out there who cannot fathom to make this list. It is not an easy task my friend. But start. Start with what you love- a blanket, a quote, an old t-shirt, an essay that had once giving your dreams flight. Start. It might remind you of times you had once forgotten or shunned aside thinking they’re worthless.

I live to write. For an audience I have not met. On rainy evenings with songs by Eddie Vedder keeping  me company.

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