I don't seem to understand the complexities of the human nature. The same people who can gauge the magnitude of tumult in your heart by a mere tone of words can sometimes completely fail to understand you. Your fears, your worries, your desires, your wishes are sometimes all yours. These are born with you. They live and grow with you but may never see the light of the day. They are your and yours alone.
Why is it so difficult to let your own people know that you care for them, that you wish to be alone for a while, that you have your own choices to make, that you want to slow down a little bit, that you may not understand what they say but respect their opinion nevertheless, that you are not trying to impose, that you have little fears that keep bothering you, that you have your own beliefs, that there are things that bother you but you trust them nevertheless, that they aren't the only one sacrificing, that you always want to see them happy, that you have been moulded in a certain way, and that it hurts to hurt them?
Is it okay to beg apology in hindsight, it is okay to refuse something on its face, is it okay to bury certain fears and yet not be able to hide or think about them, is it okay to beg something happens your way just because it will make you really happy, is it okay to excuse oneself from certain conversations, is it okay to let go, is it okay to hold on and never let go, is it okay to be uncomfortable with yourselves, is it okay to ask so many questions?
In a world full of differences and a city full of doubts if I could ask for a little space filled with harmony and people that matter would life refuse to oblige?