The World of Unwanted

Every morning, we wake up from our incomplete dreams to reality. Reality always need not be what we see or sense. Because others are also good at faking things. The one you think is your best friend might be the one who actually hates you the most. But, they hide it so beautifully. The one you think is the man of your dreams might actually be thinking how he could get rid of you. Unbelievable, but not impossible. The one you think is the last person who would care a damn about what may come of you might be the one who actually cares the most about the things in your life. Never thought about it that way? Start thinking.
So, how do you know those people who actually want you or need you to be with them? Whom you could trust enough to share your life with? Little joys, quite tears and  STFU moments , anything and everything about you?
Is there a way to know them? Like, do they carry those small flash cards saying "I like you", "You are awesome" and "Love to be with you"? Or, being the modern world of social networking and blah-blah, do they ping you every time they see you go green? Do they poke you, retweet your stupidest tweets, like your silliest posts, comment on your "?" and share all that you put up? I don't know. Seriously, I don't do any of those. I do poke, retweet, like, comment and post, but those stuff I find interesting. And I rarely ping my friends online, unless that's the only way we talk.


This may seem like a simple, irrelevant question, but it actually is the question of the hour. Seriously, if people kept straight faces, this world would have been a better and easier place to live. Too much melodrama, oomph , betrayal, ditching, bad-mouthing...Don't they get tired of these too?


 Because, at the end of the day, when you know that those people you have wanted the most in your life do not even think about you or want you in the distant corner of their lives, you turn out to be an unwanted in the world. And, trust me, it kills.


 If it doesn't, just hang on, 'cause it will only make you stronger and realise that the world is beautiful when you stop thinking about everything else and just start anew where you left off in those incomplete dreams. Dream on. Live. Like it is the only moment you get to live.
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|Nope, that need not lead you to a lived-happily-ever-after fairytale ending. But, you would learn to be content and that brings you peace.

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