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Its My Shoe

Of late, I have come into contact with the weirdest of people. Not by way of their physical nature, but by their way of character.

I have been in close proximity with a man that talks more than the idlest of minds, a woman with no sense of pity for another, a teenager who oozes words of shame to his elders..well, a crazy world it has turned out to be. Or so I have come to learn,..

In many ways, we learn how to live with people, to talk, to listen...we are born bare...with minds that are blank and ready to capture whatever is around us. We grasp like little babies, imitate those around us, learn words that build or destroy us, act on every single thing we find our little hands or minds can reach...

Being a child is one of those amazing things we experience..BUT...Wait...Its just once!...then we grow up, most traits we acquire from our parents, neighbours, school, the law of the land. We learn what gets us into trouble, what really makes us happy, we sacrifice for love and things we believe as true. We let our brains lead us and form us into beings that we now are. We make the decisions to be who we are. And not by virtue of birth, but by virtue of choices we make. So we decide to be dependent on others, to be rude, to break the laws, to experiment on drugs, to get married, get kids...we make the different decisions. We make our beds..and so we must lay.

So in most cases I tend to believe no one fits perfectly in any one's shoes. We design our own destiny's and nature takes its course. Some are faced with terminal diseases, through no choices of their own..all we can do is sympathize. Empathy? Naaa, fitting in their shoes, is something we can never do.

So once I met a lady that has had the worst of life, with the judgmental characters of people, she destined her life to live a life of self pity and shame. Never for once knowing that whatever shoe her kind was, we all had different shapes and sizes. Life in its own unique way, treats everyone differently, our choices being dependent and sometimes fate having the best of it all. We are all different, I came to learn.

Some are the funniest of beings, some are as rude as could ever get, some are gossipers with stories of pure invention that would design a space ship to Jupiter, some...some are just there..those that know their purpose and are never defined by circumstances. Diseases, death, natural calamities, may come knocking, through no faults of their own, but they know its just a shoe, everyone has his own.. and , sooner or later, life goes on...

For in the end, what we filled our minds with, what we let lead the way, is what will eventually help us...not people's empathy...coz we later learn we all have shoes..either too tight, too loose, but which we have to walk in..

So in the end, we learn to polish, adjust the strings...and eventually move on!

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