Two different people

One despised it while the other embraced it.

My worst breakdowns have always been some incident where I felt, ‘If I were them, I wouldn’t have done that, Why would they do this to me?’. I would keep asking myself the same question and replaying the incident in my head. I put myself in their place and wonder if I would have done the same thing. Fast forward to now, it has taken me so many heartbreaks and betrayals to finally understand that everybody is different, everyone is not me, and there is always, always another perspective to everything.

A rock may just be a piece of debris to some, while for a stone collector who observes patterns and textures, it might be a treasure. Different people perceive things differently. All these made me understand why different people react differently to the same thing. What one might consider beautiful might not be for the other.

A man picking up a wallet from the road can either return it to its owner or steal it. Just because I choose to return it, it is not necessary that everyone would do it. Instances like these made me realize, ‘Sometimes that is the closure I need.’ The other person will never be me, and that is my answer to all my questions. The other person has no obligation to be considerate or kind, which is completely okay because we never know what their perspective is. This is what makes us unique and human; once I accepted this, I stopped expecting myself in others and started accepting the other person as they are.

You see a shadow on the wall; I see a girl whose light is shaped by her dreams.