As I age, I have begun to realise the importance of having people in my life. Not that I was leading the life of a hermit. But, I didn’t give it much thought when somebody ‘left’ as a result of a misunderstanding. Or, due to lack of communication, or anything else, for that matter. These days, I feel my heart getting tensed when I realise someone, who has been close to me, moving away. I keep reading about how people come into our lives; some of them stay, some of them leave. It is this ‘leaving’ part, which tends to make me nervous.
Our ‘people’ are our world. These are the ones, who make us what we are. They are like an identity that speaks about us as a human being. Deep. Isn’t it? But, just think about it. Where would we be without these people? Our life, our happiness,our achievements would all be meaningless if we had no one to share it with. Of course, there are some whom we have trouble adjusting with. But, the same can be said about us, too! We, too, could be a pain in some one’s neck. But, they are bearing with us, aren’t they?
Maybe, it’s the wisdom tooth, or maybe it’s age! Whatever it is, it has made me realise how precious people are. And, I need them. Oh, yes, I do. I need my family, I need my friends, with me. Makes me sound needy, selfish, even. But, it’s overwhelming knowing how much people care. So, I have made up my mind to do whatever I can, to keep these people where they are – in my life, in my heart.
It’s another matter altogether that there may be some who don’t want to stay. I haven’t learnt how to deal with that ‘loss’. Am not very strong to face that kind of loss, actually. Maybe, some day, I will learn that, as well.
Until then, there’s going to be a lot of bonding, reconnecting and making the most of the valuable lessons learnt.