Can One Be Perfect?Can You Say You are Hurt?

A reflection on the subtle messages given by the old couples who turned destitute.

Easy to say what’s been said. "Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad". Hard to fathom whether we will be in their situation to celebrate without all our faults. As children, it is right to celebrate without whom this life of yours would never have materialized. All the ifs, buts and can is nothing but a Monday morning quarterback. I don't even know whether they are content and happy or having a life of regrets. But togetherness has reminded us all that whatever the circumstances might be, they have resolved to one fact. That is to do the best and let chips fall where they may. Giving the best is all one can do. The dictums of fate might rewrite the story. But sure one would acknowledge they tried. Have a great, wonderful year ahead is all that you want to hear. If I was in their situation, I don't know what I would have said.

Can you say you are hurt? Doesn't look like a difficult question to answer. We do but we might have failed to acknowledge of what could end up as something we didn't want to hear in the first place. The past experiences are a prelude, the current situation is an epilogue to describe how the end could be assumed. Hurt is not easy to express especially to the loved ones and when reason prevails, hurt remains and nothing modifies it for the better.

You tell your family that actions of theirs hurt you. It is not very uncommon that they rub in the worst way possible saying that you asked for it. Probably true. Probably not. You begin to experience that what you thought is a safe zone to express doesn't hold good anymore. It becomes survival of the fittest and the sacrifice includes you, to save their normalcy to prevail. Why are people not willing to give a reason for your actions,and the benefit of doubt, whether right or wrong? It is simple. They have become independent to make their life better with or without you. You are not indispensable. A stark reality that blinded you in the years that you thought were yours for the asking.

~Kripa.