An untold story

I approach you with a message that may touch upon sensitive and profound aspects of existence. Should you choose to continue reading, I implore the heavens that you remain untouched by the trials and tribulations that have befallen some.
 

In the grand tapestry of human experience, we often laud the strength of individuals, confident in their ability to navigate life's labyrinthine challenges, whether personal or societal. Yet, there exist among us souls who bear the weight of both mental anguish and physical torment, their days unfolding as a relentless odyssey of agony.

 

Their suffering is oftentimes bound to an attachment, a connection that holds irreplaceable significance. To safeguard this bond, they must traverse an arduous path, a path that many may never know. Sacrifices made in pursuit of this attachment are profound, with dreams and education left behind, personal well-being forsaken, and mental fortitude summoned to face the unknown. Their life's journey takes a course less traveled, where friendships and familial ties may fracture, and those once committed to walking beside them may recede into the shadows, their promises fading like distant echoes.

People who promised they will be there “till end” got ended with words of “its your life and you have to take care”.The trust they once held in the steadfastness of their companions, if betrayed, inflicts an anguish so profound that only those who abide by the credo "one is enough" can fathom. The pain endured, both mentally and physically, remains unfathomable to outsiders, even those within their own kin. For they bear the solemn duty of donning a facade of a radiant smile before family and friends, concealing the inner turmoil that has extinguished the flames of their cherished aspirations.
 

Their lives alter course, their thoughts twist in unforeseen directions, and even their dietary habits undergo a metamorphosis. The allure of vices such as alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs may beckon, offering temporary respite from their relentless suffering.

During the relationship, their efforts shine like precious gems, yet these efforts are often overlooked and fade into obscurity once the character is no more required in their life. Those with whom they shared love, intimacy, care, tears, and unwavering protection may choose detachment, leaving questions in their wake. And so, they must rebuild their lives from the ground up, carrying the burdens of pain and sacrifice. Where as the other, lead a life with the other person happily.
 

Why, they wonder, does fate introduce transient souls into their lives? The fragility of human attachments, when mishandled, can exact a severe toll on the mind and body. Some, unable to endure the weight, choose to depart from this world. It is easy for others to proclaim that one should boldly confront life's tribulations, yet no two lives are alike, and only those who bear the weight truly understand.
 

In my eyes, every individual is born a precious gem, but the vicissitudes of society and the attachments formed therein can reshape their destiny. If a divine force exists, I beseech it to be even more benevolent in the lives of all. May it steer us away from unnecessary adversity, unwelcome companions, and unremitting losses. Nevertheless, we remain but playthings of fate, unwittingly manipulated by the designs etched upon us.
 

If there is indeed a subsequent existence, I would not wish to return as a human but rather as a part of the natural world—a tree, the air, soil, water, or even a stone. The concept of "being human" is, at times, exceptionally challenging. Due to my own mental turbulence, I have narrowly escaped accidents, moments that were once filled with joy and song now filled with self-reproach and self-dialogue, for I find myself increasingly alone. I distance myself from others, even my own parents, as I harbor a distaste for attachments. My aim is to safeguard myself for a few years, that I may assist my parents in building a home and clearing their debts, allowing them to live in happiness. It seems, at times, that my life is defined by sacrifice and sorrow, my usefulness extended to many but never to myself. I tried a "Ghost mode" and deactivated my personal accounts and to build myself however I failed. In the early stage, I had a hope and able to survive despite the struggle I had in day to day life, and in career. Now, this year, I do not have a memories and I'm a person who cares more about collecting "Memories" and "Moments". But this year, I do not have any memories but sufferrings and pain, mentally and physically. 

 

The lesson here, dear reader, is that self-love, self-care, and self-growth should take precedence, and should you choose to share these with others, do so cautiously. When people depart, you may never be the same again. While friendships may come and go, if family holds primacy, your focus and actions should revolve around them, guarding against intruders into your inner sanctum. Recognize that some may not be blessed with the same opportunities, lifestyles, or circumstances that you enjoy. Act in accordance with this understanding, refrain from causing harm—whether intentional or not—and remember that some are resilient, while others are fragile. Some may conquer adversity, while others may find life devoid of meaning.
 

Live, Love, and Laugh. Be kind to yourself, for you arrive in this world alone and depart alone. In between, strive to avoid chaos, and instead, sow the seeds of love and care. Perhaps in some other existence, your purpose will become clearer.
 

Farewell to this vast universe.

With everlasting warmth,

K