There is always a story

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I’ll find the places where you hide

I’ll be the dawn on your worst night

The only thing left that I like

Yeah I would kill for you, that’s right

 

I was listening for the first time to a song that my friends had been going crazy over for days — What You Wanted: One Republic ft. The Fault in Our Stars (Trailer Clips).

 

I’ll put your poison in my veins

They say the best love is insane…

 

“That’s exactly what I feel about my relationship with Jesus,” I thought to myself as another friend’s said, “I love these lines, they are so meaningful.” I smiled: different people, different perceptions. 

 

But thoughts don’t just crop up like unnecessary weeds, they come to the surface and if you look carefully you’ll see floating alongside a story. The appalling words uttered my a mother to her child, a father’s presence akin to that of a stranger in a family or the reason why we attract certain people the way we do — there is always a reason behind actions, behind certain behaviour, behind what goes through our head… there is always a story waiting to be discovered.

 

And here is mine. A story that began the moment I opened my eyes to this very hurtful yet beautiful world; one that continues to surprise me with each passing day.

 

I am a slow learner, late bloomer and (a little) dumb headed. But I get there, on my time. One fine day, I found myself getting annoyed when — let’s look at it this way, if I were a fashion designer, I would have just found myself in a situation where a good friend’s work had started to look a lot like my designs — I tried to ask myself, with a help of a couple of friends who listened and advised patiently: Is it true? Is that the whole picture? Is that the real story behind my reaction?

 
No, of course it wasn’t. It’s like I found this staircase in a building, which nobody else could or the ones who did are not known to me. And just because I was the one who found it first in my group, does it mean I own it? The people before me, did they own it during their time? I am hoping your answer is no.
 
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So what was my story? Alongside my thoughts against my friend was floating a plank that revealed that this annoyance was being caused due to this deep-seated and completely overlooked resentment. And it took root because this friend battles with anger, a problem she has been fighting against gallantly since a long time. But since I have stood alongside her, many a times, without realising I have been affected. More so because I can’t stand people who get angry and THEN take it out on the innocent, unsuspecting souls. And that’s why the resentment has been growing, thriving and getting stronger. 
 
 
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
 
(1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
 
 
So what do I do or plan to do? I try to change the story because that’s exactly what Jesus, the one I am insanely in love with, would really do. 
 
 
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