It’s lonely but better.

I have always been a person who has loved being surrounded by people, be it fake or real. Haven’t understood the difference between the people who are good for me and the ones who aren’t.

I’ve lost many real ones just because the fake ones seemed sweeter. I have had this habit for quite a while now wherein I tend to build up houses without people.

I was always very confident that my place is going to be permanent no matter what happens. But in reality, too, new tenants do come, who seem better to the house owners. How could I expect that this is their heart I was talking about and slowly I’ll be replaced too?

I’ve been replaced many times. The journey has been tiring but has been one of the greatest lessons too. After years of being reinstated, I have finally concluded that the one person whose heart can never replace me is mine myself.

Many people still do have a home within me, but looking at it carefully I had given away even my spot to someone temporary. I had no place left for me in my own heart.

I just woke up one morning and decided I had to clear them out and build a home within myself just for me. This did get a bit deserted but it also felt good.

Uprightly, it’s a bit lonely, but better this way.