Even the one drowning, needs recognition – else they will be asphyxiated and no more.
Being recognized is quite relevant need of the hour. Some cry for it, some easily plunge in it as if they belong to it and the rest struggle a lot, yet remain unobtrusive.
Ever since the existence of human being is on the marathon of recognition for every reason accountable. Call it immaturity, pride or being selfish – everyone is hungry for attention.
Am I an attention-seeker?
I love recognition, indeed like any other normal being.
In spite of being identified for all wrong reasons, I could never recollect a time when I was given recognition for what I am but mostly I was in the spotlight for “reasons” the others thought was the best in me.
Stabbed several times, for all the negative reasons, my confidence was shattered away. I was losing a piece of me, which I failed to contain.
Ever since my childhood, I have always been recognized as a foody – take it positive or negative, I was always being bullied for eating a lot. The moment I sat for eating, I used to be joked for eating everything that was served to me. It was hurting then, to me as a child. My relatives thought I would be only a foodie and would starve the family to death when I get married. (Luckily I have not met their expectation)
As a child, all those bullyings brought me low self-esteem – and nothing else. Being noticed for all the bad reasons made me hide away from people.
Good or Bad – The Bad stands out
When I started scribbling my poems, Slowly and steadily I was in the spotlight for my writing which actually played well psychologically with me, giving me all the reasons I could be happy. Since my poems were a mix of romance, there were a majority of times when I was character assassinated and even asked to stop writing, as I could be a bad reputation for the ones who said – they cared for me.
For a moment I thought – was I badly portrayed – yet I couldn’t stop doing what I loved doing.
It is quite essential how you gonna value a person. It is not just about being recognized, but also the way you are treated matters – everything contributes to the “self-esteem” of a person.
Even in a class of 35 students, I have seen kids struggling to be noted by the teacher just to get a pat on the back, for even the smallest venture they accomplish. In this busy world, all are running behind fame and name, where do they see minor talents.
Thousands of women are being ill-treated even when they contribute the most in the home or even at work. Many men become the silent victim of “burdens of the family” which he has to enslave -under the name of responsibility. All they need is “a pat on the back” – just to let them know they are being seen for the struggle they do.
A Time was there when I craved for at least one person in the crowd to recognize me, for my words I spill. I was literally holding a pluck card and walking – HERE I AM, CAN YOU SEE ME!!!
I realised that my close connection whom I call my own were the ones who discarded my passion and pointed me the path, which they want me to take up. For everything I did, I waited for validations from others, who were least bothered to inspire me.
Gradually the rebel in me awoke, out of my insecurity. When I began to shed my inhibitions and cared less to seek words from others, I began to do better.
Sometimes it is better to do and never stop for the words to reassure you.
If you want to recognize, do it the healthy way, else never do it.
Either be the breeze that tantalizes
the storm that blows away
the choice is yours.