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Words, Impacts and Your Version


Imagine, you give your best and still someone very close to you says some brutal words and you just stare at them with the hope that they would realize the impact of those words.

I bet this would have happened to you once in a lifetime. We are human beings. Words can break us or make us. Words can make you or break you. This thought compelled me to write our similar experiences. This post is basically for the youth from 20-30 who have not found their purposes and moving in circles for something they truly value.

So, the other day I was reading this post where it was mentioned that my image in your mind was different than who I truly was. It goes like you do not the real me. You have created a version of myself in your mind – you judge my actions based on that version. But in reality, that version is misleading. You cannot judge my actions based on the version of myself in your mind. Are you following me? I don’t think so.

Let me simplify this for you. I adopted a cat. You might think that cats are my favourite pets. But in my mind, I adopted her because she was just a stray cat. Similarly, people judge us based on their versions of ourselves.

Now, what I observed is that you don’t have to worry about your image in their minds. It gets tough if you think they would ever understand you or even appreciate you. This is for Asian boys – especially in the subcontinent – where they have a strange relationship with their fathers. They want a little bit of motivation, a hug or appreciation from the only person – dad – but they don’t get it. And they never will. Why?

Because the version of you in their mind is not the same as you in reality or your mind. We are different persons to everyone we meet. My image is different in my sister’s mind and the list goes on.

There are thousands of your images in this world depending on your circle. Your reality is just an illusion. You cannot tell everyone or make them understand about your thought process. It is different for everyone.

Anyways, words will only break you if you think that people know you. That they know your struggles and hard work, or they could perform better if they were you. Words are powerful, I agree. And sometimes, words can kill you. But, then we have this five-minute rule. Take a deep breath,  focus on the words, translate it in some language that you don’t understand and let them go. This practice is good if the words are coming from a distant relationship. For close knits, I would suggest you ponder over their words, think about your version in their mind, understand their point of view and then let it go.

We are just human beings. Many of us don’t even know why we are here. Those who know their purpose in life do not get affected by the cruel words. This blog is for those who were deeply hurt by the words of a close one. Trust me when I say that I too have experienced this.  I too have experienced this. For three years, I have been trying and still, I am moving in circles with no end in sight. But I am still going strong and so are you. We won’t let their versions of us win. It is our responsibility to show them the real us – the real self that we are.   


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  1. Shadab HussainNovember 13, 2023 at 7:53 AM

    Good write up.

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 25, 2024 at 9:33 AM

    The power of perception and the various versions people hold of us can indeed be perplexing. Your insights on navigating the complexities of self-perception, especially in relationships with fathers in the subcontinent are poignant.

    Your advice on dealing with hurtful Words and the importance of understanding different perspectives is valuable. It's a reminder that while words can be powerful, our inner strength lies in our ability to rise above them. Your honesty about personal struggles is both relatable and inspiring.

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    1. nihilism-thoughtsJanuary 25, 2024 at 9:41 AM

      Thank you, please keep reading. it means a lot when people find it relatable.

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