i have lived vicariously through every person with the minutest relevance in my life.
i have seen people cry at the crack of dawn when their twelve-year-old dog whimpers and limps his way across the living room.
i have seen people walk away from three-year-long relationships and get into bed with strangers the same night.
i have seen people say they hate the restrictions society binds them by and i have seen them rebel.
i have seen people yell in anger when their favourite pair of sneakers run out of stock on the internet within seconds.
i have seen people squeal with excitement when they get offers from top-tier universities they worked all their life to get into.
i have seen people wait, anxiously in anticipation for their lover to respond to their proposals.
i have seen people bite their nails, lose control in fear of what their mother will say when she finds their secret stash of alcohol.
i have seen people isolate themselves after getting heartbroken, i’ve seen them be reluctant to let anyone in again.
i have seen jealous girls cry in bed over their boyfriend at a party.
i have seen jealous boys clench their wrist in anger while someone feels up their ex-girlfriend, and moments later i’ve seen them sigh with helplessness.
but what i have barely, numerable times seen is anyone cry in front of me. anyone expressing and embracing sadness. sadness is a complex and nuanced emotion, one that affects our growth more than most emotions do. it forces us to introspect, to be resilient, to learn.
i have seen how ostentatious people are, how they bottle up their emotions. how they don’t realise the impact of that in life. i have been one of those people.
and for as long as i can remember, every relationship of mine, i’ve always heard them tell me to be strong, to not cry, to be fierce and powerful without letting my emotions get to me. and my whole life, i lived in that conundrum. i always wondered why being strong and emotional were words we didn’t associate with each other. perplexed by this concept of superficial strength, i found myself wearing down my emotions. trying to hold back tears. trying to scream more. be more angry than sad. because anger made me feel powerful and sadness made me feel weak. until i woke up one morning, realising that every single thing i feel and express, is an emotion. that just because society told me that anger is what made me strong doesn’t mean it held any value in reality. being powerful and fierce has nothing to do with the emotions i express, or the emotions i feel even. and then i changed. not into someone that ran from her emotions. but into someone that embraced them. because being aware of yourself, your emotions, your mind is so much more fierce than putting up the pretence act of being emotionless.
– g/ (20.03.21)