Compromise is a two-way street. *lame joke alert* Imagine getting into an auto and arguing with the auto driver, “Bhaiyya compromise street chalo”. Funneh!
No? Fine. Be like that.
Anyway, I’m really tired of people reminding me about that ridiculous line. Same thing over and over again.
That damn street that people talk about is actually a one-way and more often than not, it’s just one person who travels it.
It could be you. It could be the person you believe is ‘not willing to walk down the street’. Or it could just be you.
Love was meant to be easy… said NO ONE EVER. And if someone did, I suggest you beat them with chappals.
AD had once told me, love is a decision you make every day. Every single damned day of your life. The day you decide to not make that decision, is the day when things, sadly end. No rocket science there.
Before this post begins to sound all mushy or borderline-depressing, it demands to be wrapped up soon.
Over the years and the many friendships that I have lost and made only to lose again, I’ve learnt many lessons. The most important being, never beat your friends with chappals or pelt them with stones. That doesn’t end well.
The other not-so-important lesson being; to make a friendship work, you need two people to work on it. If there is something you don’t like about them, or something about them is nagging you, talk it out with them. Even if that means you have to deal with their silence after that.
Remember two things.
1) Feelings are bishes. Don’t ignore them.
2)And never pelt friends with stones. Never.
If you can’t seem to get your point across to them, or the other person seems to be like a pain (remember you might seem like a pain to them too) agree to meet somewhere in between. People’s feelings can get tangled up in a mess like the strands of fairy lights do. You remember leaving them in a perfectly safe condition, but the second you look away, it’s one huge mess. And here I’m only talking about fairy lights. Imagine people.
Because you know what?
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is….
(At least that’s what Louis de Bernières said)
And sadly, that one way-road I was talking about, is probably the only thing that will save you, once the madness subsides.