Dear me,
Back in 2011, you had this vague vision of what your life would be like once you hit your twenties and graduated from college. You thought you would be popular, pretty, lauded by all for your brains, surrounded by your ‘best friends’, loved by them for remembering their birthdays, and occasionally hated by people for your amazing life.
By now you know that you’ve failed at almost everything you wanted to be, and your high expectations were not supposed to provide a model for your future life.
Somehow, brains mean less and less for people as years go by, ‘coolness’ is everything. What you listen to, what you watch, what you read, what you like and dislike seems to be the deciding factor for your acceptance in society. The place where you’ve landed yourself into, now you realize you don’t quite measure up, do you?
It’s okay for you to love Floyd and Kishore Kumar at the same time. It is also okay to sing along to mainstream songs whenever you feel like. It’s okay to like A Clockwork Orange and Dil Chahta Hai at the same time. It’s okay to read self help books every once in a while. It’s definitely not okay to hide any of this to appear smarter or ‘cooler’ in front of others.
Back in 2011, you had this vague vision of what your life would be like once you hit your twenties and graduated from college. You thought you would be popular, pretty, lauded by all for your brains, surrounded by your ‘best friends’, loved by them for remembering their birthdays, and occasionally hated by people for your amazing life.
By now you know that you’ve failed at almost everything you wanted to be, and your high expectations were not supposed to provide a model for your future life.
Somehow, brains mean less and less for people as years go by, ‘coolness’ is everything. What you listen to, what you watch, what you read, what you like and dislike seems to be the deciding factor for your acceptance in society. The place where you’ve landed yourself into, now you realize you don’t quite measure up, do you?
It’s okay for you to love Floyd and Kishore Kumar at the same time. It is also okay to sing along to mainstream songs whenever you feel like. It’s okay to like A Clockwork Orange and Dil Chahta Hai at the same time. It’s okay to read self help books every once in a while. It’s definitely not okay to hide any of this to appear smarter or ‘cooler’ in front of others.
From the first day of college where that girl with the
perfect hair and perfect clothes walked in, with an attitude that seemed like a
perfect blend of friendly and aloof- to the day you realized that you can’t
hold that image for more than two days, it has become more and more clear that
you will not be the girl I mentioned in the first paragraph.
Bad things have happened. But in your darkest hours, friends have appeared. Not the friends who help you only so you can help them back later. But friends, who have given you hope that you’ll carry with you forever. Please, try to remember: friends are only supposed to make you feel good about yourself, never otherwise.
Bad things have happened. But in your darkest hours, friends have appeared. Not the friends who help you only so you can help them back later. But friends, who have given you hope that you’ll carry with you forever. Please, try to remember: friends are only supposed to make you feel good about yourself, never otherwise.
You will meet people. People you’ll never see face to face.
People that only appeared in your life for a night and then were never to be
found again. People who will stay with you for years to come. But ultimately,
it’s people, not things (never things) that will make life worth living.
That’s all I want to say to you today. You will find all the
love you seek, but not where you seek it. It might seem difficult to love
yourself at this point, but it is important. Let people love you, let it sink
in. And when you find the people/jobs/courses worth holding on to, don’t be
afraid to change your temper a bit to adapt to them. How could that be a bad
thing anyway?
You will survive, and it will all be okay.
- Me.
- Me.
