Price of Positively

As a young boy, I quickly learned that to survive in this world, I had to get along with difficult people. Overlooking their weakness and focusing on the bright side seemed like the right thing to do.

My parents were often critical, and their words used to hurt me for days. But over time, I realized I couldn’t stay angry with them forever. They provided me with toys, clothes, food, and pocket money. Slowly, I started seeing things differently. I began to believe that my parents only wanted to improve me and make me a better person. This positive approach worked. 

I gained their trust and even became their favorite son.

In college, I faced bullying. After they had tortured me enough, the bullies got tired and started tearing me well. Later, I joined a big company, and my positive attitude made me popular. But difficult people were everywhere. Some colleagues created resistance if their egos were not satisfied. They needed attention, and I gave it to them.  It was so hard to be good all the time. I had to keep ignoring their insensitive behavior and comments. (Am I God or what?). Deep down, I hated my boss and the bullies, but I kept telling myself, I was growing, learning, and improving.

Yet, something did not feel right. I could not figure out what it was.  I was getting promoted year after year and became successful. But I struggled to sleep at night. I had to distract myself with my phone and other gadgets to keep going.

At home, in my efforts to keep everyone happy, I had turned into a punching bag. I was not aware that my anger was building inside me like a volcano. In a moment of weakness, I lost my temper and shouted at a bully over a small issue. Everyone was shocked, but I was the most shocked of all.  I felt ashamed for losing control. I could not forgive myself, so how could I expect the other person to do so? I tried to fix things by pretending nothing had happened. But in my eagerness to resolve the situation, I only made it worse.

At that moment, everything stopped in me. I realised something big. Avoiding conflict with others had become a significant conflict within me. In trying to become everyone’s favourite, I had forgotten to be mine.