Sunday 18 January 2015

The Emotional Drama

It is dangerous to be stuck in an emotional drama.

Take for example an accounting balance sheet. According to the accounting equation, your assets are the sum of your liabilities and capital. So if you take emotional drama to be your liabilities and your mental health as your capital, then your resulting emotional well being (your assets) is really low.

The above analogy may seem irritating to a few because of the comparison between human emotions and money but come to think of it, isn’t the above statement quite true? How long can you subject yourself to repeated onslaught of someone’s moods? How long can you withstand a fight that doesn’t involve you directly but affects you because of your proximity to the parties involved? And most importantly, how long can we continue to allow our anger or hurt to fester? Till the time our mind suppurates from the wound and we end up disfigured from its effects?

Within a week, I had a fight with a friend (which has thankfully been solved), I’ve seen two of my close-ones fighting continuously (and man does it annoy me like anything!) and I have unknowingly acted as an emotional Guru (now don’t we all hate such emotional-high-and-mighty-know-it-all-gurus like me?!). And on top of it, somebody suggested that I tend to sadden people around me by complaining and whining too much (which I suppose may be true but I was nevertheless hurt by it).


I am telling you people, we need to get rid of unnecessary emotional baggage. It weighs us down tremendously. I refuse to be the slave of my emotions. Easier said than done, but I am going to try like anything. I may run the risk of appearing cold at times, but hey! I do not need the tension man!

Saturday 10 January 2015

Memories

I go forward into the past,
Touching upon things that I lived through.
Old memories and feelings gush into me,
Almost throwing me down with their force.
I love what happened them,
So much so that I feel pain in shaking hands with them again.

As I flip through the pages of the wonderful years gone by,
I remember the faces that changed me.
I can see the incidents floating in front of my eyes,
Reminding me of what had been,
And that it will never be the same.

What an ingeniously cruel thing to do,
To hurt me without a finger raised,

With only my fond memories.