Thanking the people who’ve been good to you and thanking the people who’ve been rude to you are to be equal priority’ said one friend who I, unfortunately, am no more in contact with.
How often than not do we fail to recognize the people who put so much effort into bringing our life back on track and how often than not do we curse people who say stuff that hurt us but fail to understand it was for our good.
It takes a special person to see the light through pitch darkness and to keep reminding us that a wound can heal no matter how severe if given attention and care. To stick around and be there when we are at our lowest and party with us when everything seems to be good.
This happened in college when I completely stopped talking to this person due to misunderstandings but as I speak to him today I feel like we were kids back then and the way we cared for each other then was all different.
How you care for someone that matters may be different. It may be a good morning text or it may be a mere smile that you give to lift them. What you do may not make sense immediately because they are in a space that they are taking to heal, but it takes a lot of patience to be there. Appreciating what someone does for you is the best we could do.
They could be anyone- friends in college, the cab driver who takes an effort to go an extra mile to drop you right in front of your house, the Zomato valet who makes sure he does his best to deliver the food on time or even the person you think hates you but somewhere loves you for who you are and is there for you. For all, you know it may be your teacher who embarrassed you once and said you’d never be able to write even one paragraph by yourself. That happened to me, and I cannot be more grateful to her for that day in class. It could be mom and dad who kept comparing you to the kids next door but had your back every single time and kept inspiring you to do better.
To the ones that remind us that hope exists even if we lose it all. The ones who remind us of their struggles and how they got through it. The ones who remind us of our strength and how we survived past heartaches and came out of it more resilient. The ones who know us a bit better than we know ourselves. Thank you for being our reflection when our mirrors fail us. Thank you for pushing us to change because you know that we’re capable of fixing ourselves and that we’re capable of digging ourselves out of our deepest holes.
To the infinite cheers and multitude of tears shed, to the ones who check up on us so often than not. I’m sorry that I do not respond to your messages and yet you keep trying. You owe a lot of respect there. Thank you for being our families when our own can’t seem to understand us or love us the way we want them to. Thank you for being our home when we feel a little bit lost and out of place. Thank you for sheltering us when we have no place to run to. Thank you for making us feel safe and protected from the dangers we sometimes get into.
You will always be the glue that held us together when we were falling apart. You will always be the angels that once saved us from ourselves.