She looks around her. Everyone conceals themselves in their own lives; submerged in thought or deep in discussion and almost always, both. It is ironic how everyone isn’t just a single piece of existence. A girl in her class happened to mention the presence of “fragmented lives”. She begun to marinate this thought and she realized how she is not a single, unified piece. However, does one have the courage, to explore these fragments of ourselves? Or do they remain unearthed, till we become one with this world. It tempts her to further question if people do believe in such an existence. One where, all the pieces are stitched neatly together, in a unique form, that is exclusive to just that being. Probably the stitches differ; in the sense, every one of us is put through tests in this life. We all don’t, however, learn the lessons in the same way or in a similar span of time. This creates a difference in the core of each person. Our contents are approximately alike, but the composition varies. This makes understanding and relating to others very tedious. It takes patience, time, understanding and compassion. Accepting ourselves is a task in itself, expecting others to do so is asking for too much, she thought. Being in someone else’s shoes, hence, is close to impossible. Bringing about the concept of the troubles involved in the co existence of two beings. However, is it genuinely so difficult to imagine another explanation to every action? Is it too much to try, just try, to perceive another point of view?
She focuses on the fights around, the screams and shouts of her fellow ones. Her eyes stop short, when they narrow in on a couple that seem in harmony. She can’t help but stare. Her eyes blink in disbelief as she witnesses laughter, smiles, joy and even love. She walks past them smiling at her reinforced faith in some traces of goodness. She then goes back to her thoughts of our fragmented existence. Only to realise maybe, her life clicks with ones that she mirrors. Her patches match with those that have seen what she has. Her ideas evolve around those that fine tune them for her. She “gets along” with ones whose inner most fragments are most similar to her. The others she strives to understand and along that windy path she struggles to not forget the essence of herself. As she learns, unlearns and relearns all the lessons this life has to teach her, she simply accepts that it all will help in holding herself more together, a tighter and stronger inner being. Hopefully through the tests of time, she will be lesser prone to falling apart and a more stable individual.