A thing about sharing!

Friend: It is not that easy to share.
Me: I think if you trust that you won’t be judged, it’s pretty easy.
Friend: Yeah. I agree.
Conversation happened and is over. But I am still stuck at it. We all have that one person we can share our stupidest thoughts and even our darkest sufferings with and we know we won’t be judged. If it is so, how come there exists a concept of personal diary? Why do suicide notes reveal more than the person ever did? Why is it that we tell stranger things we haven’t told ourselves? How come we fail to truly voice our opinion, feigning disinterest? Why do we sometimes not share the most important thing with the most important person? Why do we say it is okay, when it never is? Why many things are typed and deleted without sending? Why there exist unsent drafts?
It isn’t like we do not trust people. We do. Well, I do. But I can’t bring myself to tell every single thing to them. Why? I don’t know. Everyone of us has that treasure (thrash 😛 ) full of thoughts we’d never let open. Why? I don’t know.



I received this message from a dear friend. He actually wrote this to show his friends that he cares. Who does that? I am lucky to have you 🙂
Here goes the message:
A day is goin to end again. Its been a pleasure to have a friend like you. I may have forgotton to say that I care. I may have failed to open up and share but though no words have been spoken, my promise of friendship wont be broken. Colors may fade,
The sun may not shine,
The moon may not be bright,
Heartbeats may stop,
Lives may pass,
but our friendship, I’ll treasure till the day my heart stops.

Be there!

Sometimes you want someone to be around you. To share, talk, crib, bitch or merely for their presence. And sometimes you just want to be alone, with no one to bother you at all. Totally depends on how you feel at that moment. But can we really do this? To have people around us at our disposal? This is being incredibly selfish, but then that is the major principle on which the world works. Inspite of knowing this, some people will still be there around you. Lending you the much needed ear for your sufferings or shoulder to cry on. Silent, strong, non-complaining, non-demanding. More so like air, whose value isn’t understood until its no more there. It’s important you realize that those people might need you too, they won’t say but might need you all the same. Don’t wait till you suffocate in their absence. Be there for them too, always. Care. You love them alright, show them the same. Let them feel cherished. Those few people are for keeps. When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. Don’t let them be just in memories, treasure such people. Keep them safe.