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A Weed and a Whole Lotta Wisdom

 We’ve always heard it—“there’s something to learn from everything in the universe.” And guess what? Even a weed teaches us something.


Think about it. A weed? Grows on its own. Needs no fertilizers, no pesticides. Stands tall, strong, independent. A self-made lady, honestly. And what do we humans do? Uproot her. Why? Because we think she’s "useless."

She’s a weed—not a flower in anyone’s vase, but a wild one who never asked for space and still found a way to grow :)


But who really is?


Let’s take a moment to salute her—Miss Weed. She’s not dependent. She doesn’t care for your validation. She thrives anyway.


Now contrast that with us humans. We build bonds, trust people, and end up accidentally depending on them. It’s a social phenomenon, right? But when the thread of trust breaks—it’s broken. Even if we tie it back, that scar? It stays. A constant reminder of the snap.


And that’s where our inner trauma kicks in. The fear of being bandaged again holds us back from trusting anyone deeply. We’re scared to get stitched, scared of pain, scared of trusting again. So what do we do? Pretend not to care. Mask up. Go full lone wolf.


We say “I won't get attached again,” but who are we kidding? Our default setting is to care. Especially when you’re living in hostels with people from all over the place. Different backgrounds. Different energies. And yes—different red flags 


Still, I fall into the nasty pit of trusting people. Again and again. It’s like a loop with no escape button.


But here's the ironic part—we're medicos. We're supposed to have empathy and humanity, right? In fact, not just us—every human should. But these days, even humanity seems to be out of stock.

(Probably chilling on Mars or something)


If you don’t share what you feel, they say you’ve got an attitude. If you do share, they make you regret being vulnerable in the first place. Classic lose-lose. So now, we don’t speak. We just vibe and disappear.


So - Don’t expect people to be there for you just because you were there for them. That’s not how this world works anymore. It’s better to stay detached, be independent, and remind yourself ;)


You’re not everyone’s cup of tea. You’re a shot of espresso—illegally hard to handle!!!



To anyone who relates—just know this:

It’s okay to care. It’s okay to trust. But protect your peace. Don’t lose your softness. Just learn how to water your own roots—like that weed. Grow wild. Grow strong. And grow anyway.


Because you deserve you.


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