“Inasmuch as, one tries to stay strong and wash off the grudges born from harsh comments, body shaming, and abuses, but the anguishes stab ceaselessly one for as long as there’s the body of the survivor.”
Welcome, to the world of hatred, futility, outcries, and despair!
Throughout the bygone moons, I confronted several moments where I from households, heard the tales of countless sentences which echoed through the minds of children until the very ending days of their torments.
Tales as in, no one accepts that he/she has gone beyond horribleness, not even the person who caused the suffering. Let me unveil the confusion by going forth with an example of this masterpiece.
Namely, a baby born, from infancy is judged by its features limitless times; in the process of growing up, he/she suffers from being body shamed, to being humiliated in how much he lacks to function as the house’s well-groomed adults until the timidity makes him/her go insane or as a development of someone who is unaware of self-consciousness.
Though from here the story just begins and there is more to this petrifying anecdote than one can possibly imagine. After, going through the worse possible scenarios, the child forth brings courage to become reconciled to the world outside the home.
The world not only succeeds in breaking the expectations but bullies a youth to the edge of breaking down. This lethargically ties a knot of insecurity, self-doubt, instability of mind, and limits to what one’s mind can do.
Places like institutes, workplaces, or even public streets are not cleansed from harsh comments. However, when ethics is not learned from home, it is to be obtained by the substitutes of the home which are a second replacement to it. Sadly, the sun rises to no kindness within them either and only the consistency carries on.
Perhaps, from as far as we could feasibly gaze into this empty abyss of negativity that we are dwelling in, we find nothing but, let downs towards the brilliant geniuses that the world failed to keep, in the same manner as it does now.
We look at a dead Socrates, read a Virginia disheartened from the essences, preserve a Vincent now; and forced to shoot himself dead then, applaud an Earnest whom from unbearable insanity had to at single speed take his own life. Innumerable examples could I put in black and white here, just to clear one point and that is, the world might have failed to boost one up, but it at no single time failed to discourage the brilliancy of wonderful minds.
Be that as it may, but the saddest part about people discouraging people is that no guilt flows within their souls and none among them has the slightest repentance of how badly has he/she affected the other being. This continuous cycle of generating inhumanity within generation after generation has done all possible harm to humanness and broken the chains of compassion.
From the dawn wondering for a fairytale to the dusk of enduring every possible grudge, hatred, despair, reality, and mockery we all somehow grow up. But the challenge is what do we grow as by the end of autumn? Do we bloom or turn into a briar as well?
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