Today, I met someone. We spent about 4-5 hours together, and during that time, I heard a story that struck me deeply. This story came from many different angles, but one particular angle stood out, compelling me to share it with others.
Note: This short story revolves around a young man, but for the sake of anonymity, I cannot reveal his name.
Love, Loneliness, and Madness—What Are These Things Really?
The question isn’t what today’s generation is; the real question is, what have they become? Why is it that the ones we love often don’t value us, and even if a relationship forms, one person loves deeply while the other merely endures? Loneliness, lust, and love—people often think of these as separate feelings or states, but I believe they’re just different facets of the same moment.
You only desire someone as long as they are out of your reach, and the moment they become yours, that burning desire that once consumed you begins to fade. You start feeling that something is missing, even though you have everything you thought you wanted. Then, even with everything you have, you find yourself feeling alone. And soon enough, someone else catches your eye. They possess qualities you don’t, or you’ve tried and failed to attain.
You begin to desire them too, and after some time—good and bad moments alike—you manage to win them over. But the same story begins again. And there comes a moment when you realize you’re doing something wrong. The person you were happiest with, the one you once didn’t value, still loves you just as much. You go back to them, telling them you’re here now, so why worry? But they can’t discern the difference between pity and love.
However, the nature of straying and deceit will surface. You’ll indulge in this wrongdoing, even though a part of you knows it’s wrong. You’ll lie to justify it, but the question remains: is the other person really that foolish? Or does the one who strays not know that the one who loves them understands their nature?
Perhaps they don’t realize it, but if they truly cared about the other person, they would let them go. But in your pursuit of your desires, your weakness will be exposed. Maybe no one else will know, but you will. And the question is, don’t you know that the other person knows you too? If they still try to stay with you, does that mean they’re a fool? No, they’re just pretending to be one, out of fear of losing your love.
Fine, but a lie is still a lie. It will come to light eventually. And when it does, what will you do? Life will give you two choices: either shamelessly admit you played with someone’s heart, or continue making excuses. This cycle of time keeps spinning, but the question is, how long can it go on?
There comes a moment in everyone’s life when they must stop, or time will stop them. And then, you’ll face everything you’ve done to others. Here, two things can happen: either you accept what you’ve done and live a life of hypocrisy, fueled by lust and pretenses, leading to a bitter end. Or you try to mend things and endure the consequences of your actions.
What name should I give to this?
Love? No, love doesn’t happen in two days, and nowadays, people reveal their bodies before they reveal their hearts.
Attraction? No, if it were mere attraction, you wouldn’t tire of it so quickly.
Lust? Maybe, but even lust isn’t one-sided; it requires two. Here, people change partners faster than they change clothes.
So perhaps it’s the bigger, badder brother of lust—a 2.0 version, where you’re constantly hunting for different varieties.
And then there comes a time when everything is laid bare before you, and karma begins its work. You’ll suffer, knowing exactly what’s happening but powerless to stop it.
Here’s my question to today’s generation:
What kind of love is this, where bodies meet before hearts do? And once the bodies meet, someone else enters the picture. While you’re still saying goodbye to the first temptation, the second one has already arrived.
But throughout this lesson, there’s one thing I’ve realized today—love either breaks a person, forcing them to rebuild themselves, or it drives them mad, leading them to take revenge.
What that revenge might be, I don’t know—destroying the person, snatching away the one who betrayed you, or taking their life, or half-destroying them.
The methods of revenge may differ, but they’re all done in the pursuit of peace, born out of enduring pain. But this is an unfinished tale, one that began with a search for love and ended as a saga of lust, unknowingly turning a person into the living dead. If they lose their sanity, they become a killer; if they stray, they become a rapist; if they understand, they become a god, learning to endure.
But as they say, all’s well that ends well. Here, the question arises: Why do 9 out of 10 love stories turn into lust before breaking up, where the beloved is reduced to nothing more than a lustful being or worse?
The moral of the story is, give someone one chance, give them a second chance, and even a third, but if they still don’t come clean, if they keep playing you for a fool, then kill your love for them, so it no longer hurts. And yes, do one good deed—kill the other person too, so that what they did to you, they can’t do to anyone else.
By killing, I don’t mean physically, because what would be the difference between you and that wretched soul then? There are many ways to kill—just as you barely escaped destruction yourself, that was a kind of murder, an emotional damage. You’ll learn these ways to turn someone into the living dead.
Anyway, the moral of the story is, when you first feel something’s off, don’t trust. Check again. If things still don’t clear up, leave, and show them your worth. Because love isn’t something you can find at a store—it’s not something you can test out in every corner.
Either save your love, or earn it—make the other person feel that no one understands them better than you, and maybe, just maybe, the mutual interest will not fade.
And if it comes to saving love, communicate. Let each other speak their hearts, and only then will the root of the problem be addressed. Because often, people leave things unsaid when they’re trying to make peace, which becomes the seed for the next fight. And when love turns into hate and resentment, leave without saying a word. At least, you’ll save yourself from future emotional damage. And remember, clapping requires two hands; if the other person is bad, maybe some of your actions hurt them too. So, give yourself a chance, try to speak your heart, and if you still can’t, then leave.
Written by:
Udit Bhardwaj (A real untold story by a real man)
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