Living with dying

It was June evening, perhaps it was quite chilly. I don’t really remember the weather for my mind was already preoccupied with what I recently heard in news. ' An actor who entertained us committed suicide?', the question was all my brain cells could think of for the next day.' A person who seemed normal, who had all the material possession one could wish for, who was loved and supported my millions ended up committing suicide after being depressed?' all sorts of questions had covered my senses. It was clear to me that people have a constellation of thoughts which are seldom discovered by the outer world. For me, it shows that that carefree laughter was full of hidden pains. 

Time gradually passed, I started questioning myself, 'what is life? what one truly wants in life? Is it material possession or fame or what? '. I finally reached a conclusion and I asked myself again 'when was the last time I became myself?'. 

In today's society, glamour and rumour are prioritized than happiness and truth, I had no escaping from it. looking back from when I was born, I remember there were people who wanted me to be the way they want. By an early age, I was filled with the knowledge of so-called right and wrong things to do. Even after I reached an age where I had my own understanding of right and wrong, bad and good some people did not stop to fill their field of vision into me. My friends were judged. My actions were classified. 

Experience is the best teacher; well we do things we like but we end up being criticized. Next time we again do things we like and again end up being paying price. The cycle continues and without our own realization, we tend to live our life as a human puppet. We are living in a world where we are barely free. The constitution states the right to freedom. But, in my opinion here celebrities and artists are controlled by the strings of public media and public opinion, employees are controlled by strings of expected personality, normal people's will be controlled by the opinion of society and opinion and decision of parents and so-called social etiquette. Over a period of time, we tend to forget our real personality and pursue a   fake personality which steals away peace and mental health.

We, humans, are neither puppet nor god, we make mistakes and we have our own thoughts. People who have not experienced darkness would never appreciate the joyfulness of colour around. Making mistakes and learning from it is human nature.  The price to pay for their mistake is too high that we fear making mistakes in this imperfectly perfect world. A man who never fails would never understand the true essence of victory or growth. But the world is not fair to everyone. Some people are not allowed to make mistakes. No matter how much we learn from their mistakes or repent for their crimes, we have a huge price to pay. But not everyone can easily escape from harsh criticism of mistakes. The price sometimes is too high that we end up trying to escape from the circular reality of life and we end up committing suicide. 

If only the world was a little fair. The criticism was less harsh and people were allowed to follow their own will, the world would be a happier place to live at where people shan't be living with dying.