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"How are you?" This question usually has a predictable answer, Fine, thank you. However, I have realized that this is one of the biggest lies told by most of us simply because we want to avoid the questions or rather the interrogation that follows. If we are not fine, then everyone wants to know why. Even though this question may be out of genuine concern, it doesn't help because everything we experience cannot be explained. I am a moody person, and I feel gloomy and sad for reasons I can never detect. So instead of answering this question, I prefer the easy option, an option that will save me from the questions whose answers I don't really know.


I am often surprised to find out that on such gloomy days when I feel not so fine, all I needed was to remember that I matter and that people care for me, sometimes with a hug, a phone call from a friend, my cat by my side, and of course food. It has occurred to me that this is a mistake I had been making for a long time. I would ask why? When someone said they were upset, when I should have offered a hug, maybe told them what they mean to me, or just offered them my presence.


I have come to the conclusion that sometimes the response to sadness, unexplainable or explainable grief, or even mood swings should be warmth and not positive talk.





                                                                     

- Alloysha Dias



P.s. you are precious, and believe me you matter.


     


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