The Fine Art of Letting Go

So many people in the world would rather stay in a situation that’s painful but familiar because they’re comfortable with it. Not a lot of people have the strength or heart to realize when something’s not good for them and to turn around and be alone – Corey Taylor.

There isn’t anything new in this post, move over if you have to. After a while, there isn’t anything new to anything, life becomes a repetitive drag.

This particular post is a biased view of a self-taught idiot and not everyone might agree with me but the fine art of forgiving isn’t something that comes easy. We all try though, and on the same principles in which we struggle to move, to not judge do we struggle to forgive. It’s a vicious cycle, if you ask me. A lot of people simply struggle. My childhood was pretty much the same, a vicious cycle of my need to forgive or to be enraged. Well, let’s not sugarcoat it, my need to stab. Do not sympathize with me just about now. Wait for a while.

I simply hate being recognized as my father’s son and not my own self. So far I’m just known as Mishra ji ka beta (Mishra sir’s son) and sometime I feel as if I’ll always be known as Mishra ji ka beta and nothing else.

Looking back I was lucky that I survived, forget about my will, I simply did survived, other wise it was a perfect recipe to draw someone towards insanity. Or maybe I am, who knows, after all a pessimistic atheist who listens to metal has to be insane. If someone says that Metallica, Slipknot, Slayer are more important to them than Justin Bieber or One Direction, they have to be insane.

We live in a world where we have to hide to make love while violence is practiced in broad daylight – John Lennon.

I might be the shittiest person but I am one of the best reasoner you’ll ever find. Though if you can irritate me enough for me to give a fuck. Because most of the time, I simply walk away. I know that idiots do not understand or comprehend common sense. I mean if you don’t have the common sense to not spit or pee in every little corner that you see, then why the fuck am I supposed to respect you as a human being. A dog has better etiquette than most of you.

Have you ever noticed this? If a cow or dog is walking in the road and suddenly someone else is coming towards them, they move towards the side of the road and stop, letting the person pass. Now, idiotic humans, when they see someone coming towards them, they either charge towards the person in front of them or start running here and there like scared pigs. I mean, seriously, does animals have more common sense than us? There isn’t a point of trend, these things, they are always relevant. We all are pretentious.

“Indeed the most selfish thought,

A sense of self,

A sense of belonging to yourself,

A hypocritical thought,

In an utopian relationship,

Of broken and withered reasons.”

I neither forget nor do I forgive. And that’s where we all become unique. Everyone has a different approach to the art of letting go or letting it consume them. There is nothing more horrifying than that reality. Why should I be defined by what’s written in a book, by few rules. I’m a conflict of stereotypes Read my words. Read between the lines and you’ll know who I am.

And like I said, neither do I forget nor do I forgive. This is my art of letting go. I remember everything.

I’d rather be hated for who I am, than be loved for who I am not – Kurt Cobain.

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via Daily Prompt: Sympathy