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I don't believe in social media except YouTube which I don't consider as one because you have to go to the linked social handles to get in contact with these people on youtube. I firmly believe that social media is futile, which is why I choose to not use it. But I'm not on the bangwagon of hating social media either. — I hate my Phone yet feel so naked without it — ◾Since , most of the viral moments take place on these platforms ( Twitter, Instagram,Facebook). Ofcourse you might feel the need to keep up with it. The FOMO strikes us all. But what is it that you are really missing on? 10-20 years down the line would you bother to remember what meme went viral in your 20s , what celebrity wore what to their wedding? What they named their kids? Or what controversy some influencer got embroiled in? The real moments take place around you and you miss out on them when you are immersed in some virtual world. In your 40s not mine! How would it feel to have your memories ...
Rust doesn’t only cling to iron. It forms on humans too — but in places no eye can see. Iron rust is easy to notice, but the rust of expectation, of silent desires, of unspoken hurts… that one hides inside. And it corrodes more powerfully than anything on metal.
ReplyDeleteIt often begins quietly — when life doesn’t unfold the way we pictured it should. when we hold onto a picture of how things should have been — who should have spoken first, who should have chosen us first, who should have stayed. And when reality doesn’t follow that picture, something breaks inside. Not visible, but heavy and it creates a crack. And in that crack, rust begins to grow.
At first, we think we are just protecting ourselves, but slowly that rust changes the way we see life. We no longer see things as they are — we see them through the haze of our hurt, our expectations, our unfinished stories.
But here is the unseen side — rust spreads. It doesn’t remain with the one who first carried it. Fragments of it slip into others — the ones who stood near, the ones who cared, the ones who unknowingly absorbed it while trying to heal what they never broke. the ones who only wanted to hold our brokenness — they begin to absorb pieces of it. They forget themselves trying to carry what was never theirs. They change silently, bending, breaking, becoming shadows of who they once were, just to make the other whole again. All because of fragments of a rust that was never meant to be shared. And in that silent exchange, both are changed. One forgets themselves while carrying the fragments of another.
That is the danger of human rust: it travels. And it lives unseen until one day someone looks deeper and realizes — what I carried was never mine.
Yet rust is not permanent. The moment you recognize it, you hold the power to clean it. Beneath it, there is still something untouched, pure, waiting to shine. But that shine only comes when we stop passing fragments of our rust into others, and dare to face our own. But here’s the truth that rust tries to hide. Rust only covers — it never destroys the core. Beneath it, there is still something untouched, shining, pure. You’ve been that once, and you still are.
The way out is not in covering it with explanations, or in giving it to others, but in seeing it fully, facing it honestly, and letting it dissolve. When you can look at yourself without excuses, without layers, without the haze — you’ll see what was always there: the raw, untouchable shine.
And when that shine returns, no rust can cling to you. You’ll see life, people, and yourself as they truly are — not through the weight of what should have been, but through the freedom of what is.
So maybe rust is not the enemy. Maybe it is the mirror — showing us where we stopped being ourselves.
“In is the only way out.”
That's actually a beautiful poetic take on this. Thanks.
DeleteI was waiting for your blogs for a long time. Finally, here it is.
ReplyDeleteStay tuned. I'll be more active now. Hopefully.
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