#HeresToLettingGo: John
I am writing a letter to myself. And here it goes:
Dear John,
How are you?
It’s been week since we had a deep talk. That time you were crying in pain. I know things are bothering you. You are afraid to see what the future beholds you. And you were asking me things like,
“Where to after college?”
Your hardwork and sleepless night will finally get paid off. I know you bet so much risk to study far away from your home. I do admire your courage to be in a prestigious school where almost 90% are dominated by cool kids. You are not financially stable and you need to work extra effort to continue your schooling. You are trying so hard to balance academics, extra curricular and work, to the extent of exhausting and doubting yourself, you start questioning if this is really what you wanted. The year will end and soon you will get your diploma. And then what’s next? This frustrating pressure is creeping out again.
“Dude, are you gay?”
People will throw stones at you no matter what achievements and good deed you’ve done. You are bold and loud. You are close with girls. You are always linked with boys. You are clingy and sweet. Your mother thinks you are gay. Your relatives think you are gay. People around you think you are gay. The only one who doesn’t think you are gay, is yourself. But you know how our society works, even if you are not they will judge you as one.
Dude, you are not a gay.
But as long as you let the society, you will be.
“Would someone love me?”
They call you weirdo! You always say no one loves you because no one loves crazy guy. You are bitter seeing couples share their love. You hate PDAs. I know you’re the sweetest and the kindest but I guess it’s not enough to prove that you are worthy to be loved. You are not tall. You’re slim and looks literally sick. You always tell me that girls fall in love with cute and buff guys, and you are not that guy. You always hold back when you feel you gonna fall in love. Being incapable of treating a girl for a date, or of asking perhaps, makes you not even go for a try.
You are worthy to be loved.
Please, give it a try.
Overthinking.
It’s a cycle that never ends; it’s only a matter of deciding which to let go and which to accept. But one thing is definitely important: Choose to be happy and be, nevertheless, you!
That should be all. Message me as soon a possible once you read this letter.
Your bestfriend,
Yourself