Though you hurt me.
About resilience and grit.
As a child whenever I would feel down, sad or beaten up I would go into a cheerful self-talk and it immensely helped me navigate the storms that I ever found myself in.
Soon it almost became my habit to start the uplifting self-talk whenever the tough times showed up. And I also became a cheerleader for my friends and family whenever I found them in bad or depressive mood.
Until at some point in my life I got affected by the malice of human behavior. How does it feel to be beaten down, to be crushed by the people whom you love the most, whom you wished the best for, whom you would cheer up every time they were down.
It hurt me and it was a kind of hurt I had never experienced before, I had failed and failed miserably, I was sad but this kind of hurt was inexplicable. It was almost as if I was betrayed, I felt almost as if the world was drowning under my feet and I could collapse any moment. My world view was scattered and broken now.
What to trust when the ground under you feet is slowly slipping away? I felt a terrible dark cloud encircle me into its deep grips. Where was the cheerleader in me who would show me the sunlight? For me I felt as if the light was dimming slowly. I missed my cheerleader, I missed the sunshine and I longed for peace, for some solid ground.
I did find my solid ground, by looking for it earnestly, by looking for goodness with a deep desire in my heart. A little sign of goodness would bring me hope. For me the answer lied no in distrusting people from now on, but to frame an absolutely new opinion, the old opinions were outdated and definitely needed some upgradation to navigate well into this world.
People are not black and white, they are not great or absolutely miserable. Its impossible to categorize people. People are just people. They are filled with prejudices and malice and goodness as well. Am I a perfectly good human being? No. People are just people.
The cheerleader in me helped me get back up. It came back to me to rejoice at every chance of hope. And though you hurt me I have not lost the hope in me.
At some point I almost slogged through my days, it would be so dark, and yet there was light. And yet I kept fighting. I discovered myself in the process, became even better and resilient and though you hurt me, though I was bruised and hurt I kept going.
There is a level of resilience in all of us which we ourselves have not explored yet, there is a reservoir of patience and grit in all of us, difficult times act as keys to those mines. There is infinite hope and it is worth looking for. And though you hurt me I would still thank you.
