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The Circus of Wrong Thoughts: The Validation Trap

Sometimes you carry a desire so deep, so dark, that society would laugh at you or call you insane if you ever said it out loud. You keep it buried, thinking it’s wrong, thinking no one else could ever relate.

Then one day you scroll through social media and see something — an absolute bullshittery, whoreific, hoelsome mess. An absolute abomination to the world of things, dressed up as a “post.” And below it? Thousands of people clapping like trained seals. Thousands already infected by this nonsense, screaming “Yes! More of this!”. People already infected by this nonsense, clapping for something that doesn’t even deserve to exist.

That’s when it hits you: if this garbage is being celebrated, then maybe your darkest, dumbest desires aren’t so crazy after all. Maybe it’s okay to think the way you do. Maybe it’s okay to say, to yell, to be what you are. Because clearly, the bar has been lowered so far that anything goes.

But here’s the trick: the more you buy into this chain of wrong thoughts, the more tangled your life becomes. What feels like suffering right now — holding yourself back, questioning yourself — that’s not the real suffering. The real suffering is what’s invisible: losing yourself completely in the flood of mindless validation.

So the less you engage in that circus, the smoother your life becomes. Because yes, the world has gone to shit — and that much is an indisputable fact. But drowning in that shit along with everyone else? That’s still optional.

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What’s the biggest mistake that you made?

Catherine: Hmm… seems fine. But—(leans in)—I want to ask you something. And I want you to be honest.

Gary: (half-smiles) I’ll try my best.

Catherine: What’s the biggest mistake you’ve made… one you actually regret? And—if it happened again—what would you do differently?

Gary: (lets out a low whistle) Whoa… that’s a heavy one.

Catherine: (laughs softly) I know. But still—be honest.

Gary: (sighs, takes a moment) Okay. There was this girl once… someone I liked, adored, cared for. Maybe the closest thing to love I’ve felt so far. She was beautiful, a little wild, had this sparkling giggle that could light up a room… just ridiculously cute. Her trust in me, the way she leaned on me—it felt good, meaningful. I loved spending time with her. And honestly, I think… maybe she felt something too. Even today, some of those memories make me smile.

Catherine: She sounds wonderful. She must’ve been lucky to have that effect on you.

Gary: (shrugs) Maybe. But luck hasn’t exactly been on my side in love. I’ve lost people, drifted away from others… and each time, I lose a piece of myself too.

Catherine: Wait—(leans forward)—you lost her? When everything was that good?

Gary: (nods slowly) Yeah. And that’s where the mistake lies.

Catherine: Oh… go on.

Gary: Everything was fine—until I told her how I felt. From that moment, it was like—suddenly, I wasn’t enough anymore. My efforts? Not enough. The way I dressed? Not enough. The way I walked, the way I sat—(shakes head)—not enough. My kindness? Not enough. Even my smile was “too plain.” And her verdict? I was “too nice.”

Catherine: (frowns) That must’ve stung.

Gary: At first, I laughed it off. But slowly, it ate at me. And when you’re under that kind of constant nitpicking, you react one of two ways—you either bend yourself to fit, or you snap and start resenting them until the feelings rot away.

Catherine: (softly) That sounds awful.

Gary: (waves hand) No need for sympathy. I did it to myself. I don’t even know why, but I kept trying. I forced myself into someone I wasn’t. Changed the way I dressed, spoke, even thought—just to be “enough” for her. And the irony? That fake version of me actually impressed her more.

Catherine: (shakes head) That’s rough.

Gary: Inside though, I was falling apart. I was exhausted. Sleeping way too much. Sometimes I’d randomly crash for ten minutes in the middle of the day. The mental toll was… heavy. And despite all that, there were still times she disrespected me.

Catherine: Damn… I get it. Doing things you don’t want to, just for someone—and still not being valued—that’s painful.

Gary: (nods) Exactly. And then… I cracked. My patience snapped. My tone changed. Words came out wrong. The “too nice guy” suddenly became—(air quotes)—“rude.” (sighs) And then came the real punch. One day, I did something simple, genuine, a little romantic… and she called it creepy.

Catherine: (eyes widen) What?

Gary: (laughs bitterly) Yeah. That broke me. For someone like me—who’d never even imagined being seen that way—hearing that word… it was crushing. Honestly, it messed me up badly. And the irony? All this time, she acted as if I were her boyfriend—took all the care, all the attention, all the support—but never gave back what a real relationship should.

Catherine: (shakes head slowly) That’s just… sad.

Gary: After a short break, we reconnected. And I told myself—don’t spoil the time left, just make the most of it. Then came another, longer break. But this time, something changed. I found myself again. My composure, my confidence—they came back. The scars were there, sure. But at least I wasn’t messing things up anymore.

When we met again, she noticed the change. She was surprised. Suddenly, she started texting again—something she hadn’t bothered to do during that long silence. But me? I was calm. Detached almost.

Then one day, I overheard her friend say, “That guy is too nice.” And she replied, “It’s not that he’s too nice—sometimes, because of how we’ve been treated in the past, we don’t know how to appreciate nice people.”

Catherine: (raises brows) And?

Gary: (chuckles quietly) I couldn’t help it—I laughed under my breath. She noticed. That day… was the last time I saw her or in fact interacted with her.

Catherine: Whoa… what a rollercoaster. So—was liking her the mistake?

Gary: (shakes head) No. The mistake was believing her charade about the “dream guy” she wanted. The truth is—there’s no point in losing yourself just to earn someone’s validation. (sits back, firmly) Losing yourself is never worth it.

Know who you are. Do what you can—but only if it fits naturally into your life. Because if it costs your peace, your balance, your sense of self—it’s too much. Change yourself too much for someone—whether they appreciate it or not—and eventually, it’ll break you. And when it does, you’ll end up right back where you started.

Catherine: (quietly) O—

Gary: (cuts in) Uh-huh.

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"Goodbye"

“Goodbye.” I said in her ears, with a gentle distant but warm hug. A moment before the hug was something i clearly remember still, as she was standing with her friends and looking at me with a smile, clueless of the thoughts in my mind. Clueless of my resolve. Clueless yet of that word that i just spoke. She went back to her vehicle with her friends. Kept looking over her shoulder once or twice and thrice when she was already in the car - this time around with a face of worry as the realisation had hit her. We made slight eye contact one last time - and i was already on my vehicle, and i left without a single expression, sign or gesture.

A goodbye was for sure something that either of us - oh wait - at least what I wanted. But there comes a time to change the page over to get to the next chapter of your life. One would be burdened with the consequences for sure, but a mere realisation that had materialised had brought him to the choice.

What would have been and what is supposed to be has only got a single line of “it is what it is” separating them.

I enjoyed the high noon, knowing that the sun would set soon. It was time for me to pay up in sorrow of solitude.

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End of the prologue

The sheer minuteness of the protagonist, or him getting on the high horse for a bit, will eventually get him lost.

While he looks around to find a way, Puts the troubles away in pockets, He finds himself looking up in the sky at the clouds and birds.

He might still be lost but his feet are confident & approach clear, He wanders around, and around to eventually look back only in the trail he’s left,

For his trail has shown - Sun may set and rise, the show goes on and on.

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Who asks if I climbed up?

I look back very rarely. In this case, when the memories flow in - the joy of building things out from a scratch. It is tough, mind you - but at the end when you make it work - it is a pleasant feeling.

It’s like looking back on a snowy cold trail along the mountain, where when I first looked back there was no one - but now, there was the entire team who was smiling while following as we’re climbing up the cliff.

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Why not Memorable?

Where everyone randomly yells ‘Best’ out - in my opinion there’s no one that is actually the best. Which is why, I truly believe it is better to be memorable and strive towards perfection. The joy a person feels when they do something in a different way just like they wanted, it a magical pure emotion that only someone like him would understand. It is one of the toughest thing in the world to replace a person of this kind. What bigger compliment one can get than irreplaceable?

And hence,

It is far better to improve, overcome and be memorable, rather than stating or becoming the best.

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Three Individuals?

Everything began, when three individuals who usually passed by each other pretty much every day, stopped amidst the chaos, to have a casual conversation in an attempt to know more about each other. Irrespective of the opinions of bystanders, these 3 individuals, in reality, could be identified as - a lost writer, a broken athlete, and lastly, a failed academic "genius".

When the normal chitter-chatter quieted down, the writer broke the ice, by asking what each of them was proud of achieving in their own fields. The athlete proudly spoke that he had been well known because of his accolades and he treasured the respect he'd garnered from his colleagues, coaches, opponents, and a family who was unsupportive of his interest in sports. The academic genius modestly spoke of some of his academic and non-academic accolades but more importantly, about how his work had been affecting people in markets and organizations. The writer said that of all the work he'd done, he was proud of this one monologue he wrote to justify his exact feelings then and that he'd share it at the end.

Moving on, they started talking about their troubles but also things that kept them going. The writer addressed that arriving at that premise to write upon but then not being able to arrive at that emotion and losing the true nature of the original premise, was that one thing. The athlete who had prowess in several sports said that he was someone with an injured knee, which was a hindrance in afterthought. Which of those jumps could be the last of his career. The academic genius was bothered by how much or how less his academics helped him in his professional career, acquiring & excelling at skills unrelated to academics to have a maybe successful career, in a society where nothing but perfect is expected.

With each of them at their thresholds and getting ready to leave, the writer stood up to recite the monologue he'd written.

"So one fine day I woke up, with my body sore and sorrow under my eyes. With no memory of when I slumbered in that deep sleepless night - the sadness streamed down my eyes transforming into tears as her face or even a single thought of her came to my mind. With a deep sigh, I put my fists on the bedside - tears started pouring from my eyes, wetting the floor where I planted my feet. Very Slowly and gradually I realized that I had lost her and probably for good."

The writer remembered that exact feeling, again, and sobbed but was then surprised to see the other in tears too. They remembered that same feeling, the exact same feeling. The resonance was unrealistically uncanny. Why you ask? Well, they were never three individuals but three individualities of the same person. Of whom you ask? Well, I wonder.

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Billionaires & Money Circulation

In current times, the importance of Finance is quite immense. From a kid maintaining and managing his pocket money to invest in buying what he really really wants, to a common man investing in shares to hopefully multiply his money - to a Businessman investing in a new idea which is promising to make profit out of his assumed excess capital and so on. The use of word hope here isn't exactly hope as everything comes down to Decisions, that have been made that lead the money in or out of a person’s hands. 

There are often debates on how a Billionaire is unfair to the overall economy, as the cash flow is being … disturbed. The money that was supposed to be flowing in the markets is being held by a single person. Now, when asked a similar question, Mark Zuckerberg, the CEO of Facebook, said, “No one deserves to have that much money. I think if you do something that's good, you get rewarded, but I do think that some of the wealth that can be accumulated is unreasonable.” He later added that he and his wife run philanthropy through which they will give away 99% of their shares throughout their lifespan. His reply was quite fair. The basic definition of Finance is "Decisions and processes that allocate money for their most productive use." If the accumulated money is invested in newer ideas and given the opportunities they deserve, it will open more doors and better economy.

Whichever country they belong to, the government gives them benefits while smaller organizations or firms suffer. For example, in some countries, foreign companies, giants or tycoons are welcomed with open arms and given benefits while the local manufacturing firms that would benefit and grow a lot from, if given the same, are denied of those. This often affects the Country’s economy as the Big Companies which make more money, because of the benefits, take the money out of the country to their pockets. I agree to the fact that the billionaires are doing good with philanthropy and many more things too, but we can't deny the fact that there are still completely capable people with skills, without a job that they and their ideas are capable of. 

When everything is said and done, it is their money, they have earned it. However, it would be financially fruitful if newer ideas and smaller firms that need support are funded and hence more money circulates in markets which would make a win-win situation resulting in benefits for everyone and not create a 'rich gets richer and poor gets poorer' situation. 

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