Doors.

Last weekend, I indulged in a chat with a friend about love and trust. It went to that direction in deep because my friend kept saying that she cannot trust anyone anymore and that she has been deeply hurt already and other times she doesn’t deserve friendship and love.

Honestly, I have not been pushed to this discussion first time. I am always so positively optimistic, albeit fairy tailish too thinking that this world still has a huge number of great folks out there. Such a belief not only opens me up to the world all the time without fear but also makes me vulnerable to run across mean and selfish people in large numbers. It feels bad, it hurts too. There are days when I spend time alone trying to think of possibilities of bringing good old times back with the people with whom I spent those great days and then there are days when I spend time thinking over it and cherish that I got to live it in my life. As they say, nothing is permanent. In either scenarios, I never stopped going out in the world, making friends with people and trusting them. It is this habit of mine why I have a bunch of people close to me for more than a decade and our relationship is rock solid.

Point is, I feel bad how people turn cold and averse to risk of trusting others. I would advice go slow with it but I feel terrible when I see shutting the doors to their heart for what happened with few people in the past. There are 1.21 billion people in this country and why should 30 or 50 people decide what you deserve or stop you from going out exploring this fantastic world full of amazing and different people.

“You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too–even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

So go out there, open the doors to your heart and explore. There is abundance and no one gets devoid of love unless they shut themselves in where it would cease to delve in.

Happy Monsoon! 😀