The book called life

Life is a book. A book that you write and the world reads. Every page is different and has a new story to it. Just the handwriting can predict the feelings you have shared in those pages.

Some pages are scribbled in a hurry because we are so excited about the event that occurred.

On some pages we write with colorful pens because life feels like a rainbow.

Some are written in a beautiful and legible handwriting because the moment is special to us and we want everyone to know about its importance in our lives.

Some pages have ink blots, from the tears that we cry while writing about the difficult days.

Some pages have the scent of a perfume. It was like walking in a fragrant garden. Maybe someone will find an old rose in between them too.

Some pages are scratched out because we are confused what really happened and how exactly we should feel.

Somewhere there might be a feather wishing to be lucky, waiting for a miracle.

Some pages are left blank because we are so broken that we can’t find words to describe our feelings.

And then, some pages are torn. The worst days of our lives. The days we wish never occurred. The days we wish to erase from our lives, the ones we wish to forget.

In a fake world

So I did an experiment personally to find out whether I am just having a negative thinking or does the world is really after fakeness, ignoring the reality and real beauty of things.

Every one of us has a habit of putting up the best pictures on social media and then many of us receive friend requests and messages from unknown people. Messages that have compliments, or requests for friendships, or relationships, or sometimes even marriage. I have received many such requests and messages as well. I must say people use social media pretty well these days.

So the experiment was that I put up a profile picture of me without makeup. A totally natural look. A picture I had taken right after coming out of a spa after a cleansing treatment, so my face was extra clean. Honestly I love that picture a lot as my skin is glowing and I look totally fresh but well, I have no makeup in it. Not even a single trace of makeup, no fakeness, at all. The picture was up for about three weeks and I didn’t receive a single request or message during that tenure.

This confirmed my thought as to how attracted people are towards fakeness. A person is considered beautiful and good only when he/she is dressed up well and having a perfect appearance. People fancy celebrities so much; people who are always having perfect makeup, and once they see a picture of anyone without makeup the whole perception changes. The comments that are:

“Oh she is so amazing!”

“Oh look how pretty she is!”

“Wow! He is so hot!”

suddenly get changed based on one picture without makeup. The comments that you hear then are:

“Eww, she is so ugly! How much makeup does she apply to look pretty?”

“Eww, look at her dark complexion!”

“Eww, look how bad her eyebrows are!”

Let’s take another example. Sometimes, we don’t wish to eat a specific food at home but when at a restaurant we would love to eat the same thing because it ‘looks’ better. The garnishing suddenly makes the same food seem tempting to our taste buds.

Let’s talk about words now. We get attracted to a person who acts nice to us, pushing unwanted compliments our way, acting sweet to us. On the other hand we run away from a person who would be brutally honest to us. Someone who would honestly say if a dress is not looking good on us, if a hairstyle doesn’t suit us.

Nothing really seems to be real in this world now. Where image filters are boosting, the reality of life is being lost. People don’t wish to see the real, don’t wish to hear the truth and hence don’t wish to be real as well.

Habits

Good or bad, we all have some habits. Some are developed intentionally while other we just adopt with time or by the company we have. Smoking, drinking, shopping, caring, loving, responsibility, punctuality arguing etc. are all habits.

No matter wherever we are or who is a part of our friends circle, we should always make sure we adopt the good habits and not the bad ones. But sometimes, somehow we take up habits that seem to bring happiness to us but it’s actually the opposite. We get so used to it that when we don’t have it we are unable to control ourselves. It’s like drugs for us, we form an addiction to it.

Sometimes, the addiction is a person. A friend, a companion, or a soul mate. We develop the habit of talking to that person, sharing life events, sharing happiness, sadness, smiles, laughter, tears and what not. We get into the habit of so much time with that person. Having tea, gossiping, shopping, ice-creams, dining out, and watching movies. Those heart to heart conversations late at night are probably the best moments spent with that person.

Then one day, life takes a turn. That person is no longer there. Alive, but out of your reach. Far, far away. That is the time when you realize how badly addicted you have become to that person and his/her presence. Every moment seems lifeless. You wish to talk to that person, share life details, how your day was, what made you smile, what made you angry; but that person is not there to listen.

After a hardship I learnt this lesson, never get addicted to a person because at times, when you need that person the most he is not there. Never make a habit to talk to anyone regularly, spend time with him that one day when he leaves, you feel like you have lost a very important part of your life. An experience that makes you feel incomplete; sometimes for the rest of your life.