Traps.
You know, I remember life being so much simpler when I was a kid. I wasn't with the attitude that I have today. I didn't think about everything so deeply, I wasn't disappointed with myself nor was I worried about myself, I wasn't constantly trying to save my "reputation" or whatever it is that I think of saving these days. I had nothing to lose and a whole lot to gain by doing just whatever I wanted to do.
Hello there, I am the Earthian.
I wasn't looking at people based on their gender, I wasn't looking at people based on their age or anything else that I had later learnt to look for in people. Initially, when I learnt about all these poisonous differences, I was sort of excited. My ignorance blinded me and my immaturity started to build a new attitude for myself, accepting all of those differences that the society was so keen on making me learn. Gender based segregation started to prevail everywhere, even at school. Class based differences prevailed in movies; there was the rich, the middle class and the poor. Work based differences prevailed; the boss, the laborers, the people who seek labor for money AKA the unemployed people. The smartness based differences, back at school; the "toppers" or the students who happened to score the most, the "average" students or the ones who manage to get by, and those who struggle a lot to score even the bare minimum to "pass" the test. I can keep going on, but I don't think I have to, you get it.
And with these differences there came this need for me to identify myself as someone in each of the categories I mentioned. And that brought nothing but sheer chaos to my life. I hurt a lot people and most of all I hurt myself a lot; losing a lot of self-esteem and a lot of belief in myself, which put me down really hard. These differences just aren't worth anyone's time or nickel.
And it takes a lot of time, to recover from these hits. It is an easy trap to fall into because everyone around us literally wants us to fall into it. Watch out.
With love, peace.
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