Story #35: Dealing With Difficulties (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

We all deal with difficulties, some are easy to cope up with, while a few take time. Well, that’s a fact, but sometimes they are vague enough to leave you at unease.

So two years back, I met an upside down where I reached the lowest point of my life that led me to lock myself with particular unwell feelings. I felt vulnerable. I was losing colours, with each passing minute, I was succumbing to the sense of being helpless, a state where hope creeps out. I was in oblivion.

So one afternoon, I picked up a sharpener’s blade and tried it running over my wrist. Because I was too anxious at the same time, I shook and failed to make any attempt. I buried my head in my knees and waited for things to get stable, crouched in the darkened corner of a room. I squeezed my eyes shut and heard my heartbeat that grew louder and louder. I stayed still, till the panic attack slowed down.  

Maybe I wanted to feel different or free but I totally ignored how much it appraised. That was a tough month for me and I realised something was needed to be done. I required change. This was the best possible bet with a chance of finding back my lost hope.

I took better and harder initiatives so as to channelize my self. I started to craft myself in the new hobby. I left home and travelled so that I could be free from closed dark room. I met the wise ones and learnt a lot about life. I studied harder so as to get in a good college.

Meanwhile, I felt balanced.

Well, events like these make you realise about yourself and the need for transition. You have to take initiatives for yourself. Life does have happy places only if you really look for them. 

There is always someone who cares for you, you are not alone. 


When life brings you down, you have few options to choose from. You either fall, hard; or you realize that if you don’t get back up on your feet now, you might never. This realization, that change is what you need comes to all, but moves only some, I believe. 

Despite experiencing an upside down, despite reaching the lowest point, despite attempting to self harm, this person realized that something needed to be done; that there were better things out there. 

Getting yourself up from a low point, trying to channelize negativity into a hobby are things not everyone is capable of. People who experience low points are too afraid to get back up. They cling onto their weaknesses. But this story tells you otherwise; it tells you that happiness is a luxury you need to pay for with your strength. Have the strength to get up when you fall, because, as the writer has said, life does have happy places only if you really look for them. 

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Any opinions, comments or ideas that you may want to put forward to the writer of this story can be mailed to me at ratti.priya5@gmail.com. Positive feedback and constructive criticism are more than welcome. 

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns.)

Story #34: Where To Find Good People (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

Hey. I am not a priest, not a soul guide, not a spiritual guru, nor do I have any special power. I am just another human with a standard issue brain and heart. Although I am not so sure why they blame it on the innocent little organ which essentially only pumps blood in our body. But it’s okay, I guess it must be used to it by now. Hopefully. But remember, it’s an opinion. So, don’t buy it like you buy stuff from a super market, think about it and if you find any loopholes, be sure to contact the lovely author of this initiative who will further re-direct your opinion to me. Trust me, I’ll need it. 

Goodness is something which makes sense, because honestly we see enough bad to adequately differentiate it from the good. There is no degree of goodness, there is just goodness. It is not a methodical process which requires learning, maturity or even education. It is something which is inherent in us, engineered in our brain somehow. But unfortunately, a number of people are swayed away from it at a very early stage. It may be the upbringing, the nightmarish childhood or a traumatic incident. Whatever it is, it steals their ability to act good to others, it is as sad as it sounds. I am not trying to justify the wrongdoers of the world, just saying that they have become this way, reversibly or irreversibly. 

We often use our standard human categorisation policies to put our acquaintances into one of the two boxes called – ‘good’ or ‘bad’. But trust me it is not that easy. Goodness or badness is hardly apparent, often camouflaged by moods, environment, notions and experiences. So it would be easier to let down the judgemental walls down that we build around ourselves and let some goodness flow into our lives. 
Now where the hell is this goodness? 
It’s right there. 

We all see it, when a waiter is extra polite to us. We feel it when a random stranger lets us board the metro before him. We feel it when a random woman is carrying 6 bags, still managing to hold her daughter’s hand while crossing the road. We see it when a cow licks off the dirt of another cow. We feel it when an infant smiles at us for no reason. We feel it when a middle-aged uncle returns your phone which you forgot at the restaurant. 
Sometimes the goodness is strong enough to come and knock your door directly. But other times you have to keep an open mind and look for it around you. Trust me, it’s there. Not necessarily in people, not necessarily in nature, not necessarily even on earth, but it’s there. Let’s try to feel it, let it pass the layers of pains and miseries. Into the soul it will go and it will give you a purpose, a purpose to live, to be someone else’s goodness. 

Thanks for reading through. Smile?


This story made me smile!

Well. So much negativity asserts itself in our surroundings, and makes its presence very obvious in our lives.  Our brains have become so accustomed to immediately thinking of a negative situation, that most of the times we become blind to even the possibility of something good happening. 

We need a certain amount of negativity in our lives to balance with the positivity. But imagine how the balance will fall, if we don’t see the good; if we don’t be the good. It will inevitably pave a way into pessimism. 

A lot of things change when we try to change our perspectives; when we try to look beyond the squares and shapes we’ve cut out for ourselves to use for viewing the world. If beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, then certainly, happiness must also be found by someone who looks at the world with optimism. 

So, look for it; if you cannot find goodness around, find it within yourself. Foster it, then reflect it onto the universe, so that it finds its way back to you.

I’m sure it will.

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Any opinions, comments or ideas that you may want to put forward to the writer of this story can be mailed to me at ratti.priya5@gmail.com. Positive feedback and constructive criticism are more than welcome. 

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns.)

Ramifications Of Relentless Optimism

After half hearted attempts at flamboyant optimism,

I slowly began to wrap my fingers around the cup of realism;

and sipped, hesitantly, doubtful about the intensity of its heat, cautious of letting it scorch my tongue.

It’s lukewarm jolts charged me with electricity, 

shaking every cell that constructed my being with unforeseen energy,

And I awoke, gasping and startled, 

into reality and truth, beyond any doubt.

Having feared the likes of being realistic, l found this new taste of realism dangerous, tantalizingly dangerous- 

but rather riveting for a girl with unrealistic dreams.

Having woken up everyday and gulped down fantasies about the future with my morning coffee,

The farther reaches of my want never settled down at places that lay at the length of my arms-

They settled far beyond them, miles away, out of my short, streamlined sight.

Shortsightedness, as you might be able to tell, never kept me too far from spreading out my arms, 

echoing my thoughts and breeding relentless optimism.

For I always wanted things that I could never quite afford to have,

The magnanimity of which, I believed could brim my life’s empty, catastrophic chasms.

But now, having stepped into complete consciousness, after letting go of my futile whims,

my skin pricked for me to glide into a more realistic

sense of comprehension.

So I, therefore, slowly began to wrap my body around the idea of realism, cupping it, feeding on it as if a parasite, 

and chugged it down into my being, now allowing it’s heat to completely burn my tongue.