Emotions knocking at the digital door, stories of broken relationships, and a poignant portrait of the changing social psyche.
Every morning and evening, some anonymous souls descend upon the virtual courtyard of Messenger, as if the doors of my mind are always open, waiting for them. Their messages flow so constantly, so uninterrupted, that it feels as if an invisible river of hope is flowing from some distant source. It’s also strange that they don’t seem to worry about the answers to these messages—their words reflect such unconditional hope, as if even the destruction of the world will not rob them of their will to live.
Whenever I open Messenger, colorful strands of artificial flowers, honeyed streams of delicate metaphors, and the sugar-coated sweetness of words spread before my eyes. That moment feels like an unintentional celebration—a celebration that someone has uninvited and unleashed upon my life. Sometimes my mind wanders, wondering—can a stranger woman truly awaken so much tender affection, so much tender emotion, and so much disciplined respect in the heart of an unseen man?
But in this very corner lies a profound irony—in our personal lives, we don’t hear even a kind word from our spouse. There, only thorny bushes of complaints and dry twigs of reproach thrive. Sometimes, it seems as if the institution of marriage has bound two incomplete people together and expected perfection from them, while deep down, both are burdened with imperfections and unspoken sorrows.
Yet, a strange gratitude grows within me for these anonymous givers of affection. Perhaps this gratitude stems not from any expectation, but from the feeling that there are still some people in the world who know how to give affection without self-interest, without identity, without expectation. The sweet realization of this truth imprints an invisible gratitude in my heart. But within my being, there is no place for any emotion—love, attraction, or pull—for these strangers. The space reserved within me is empty and quiet, like the vast sky of detachment.
I know someone who spreads laughter all over the world. He brings smiles to people’s faces with his witty remarks and spontaneous humor, but as soon as he reaches the front door of his house, all the glow drains from his face, as if he’s just returned from a difficult and tiring journey to “Godda Niwane.” Looking at him, a doubt repeatedly arises in my mind—are these senders equally empty inside? Is this smile merely an external disguise, put on to hide a deep loneliness within?
Today, the flood of messages on Messenger awakened a strong desire within me to delve deeper into social trends. Pictures of the lives of some acquaintances flashed to my mind—happy, struggling, broken, and recovering. Each picture held a story, and each one was a silent testimony to the changing nature of society.
Considering all this, I would first like to pay my heartfelt respect to those families who are bound together by the delicate bonds of love, patience, restraint, and mutual respect. Such families are like the depths of a river—they may appear calm on the surface, but deep within they hold immense waters for the stability and collective balance of society. Their presence forms the basis of peace, tolerance, and a loving atmosphere in society.
But the other side of society is equally pervasive and sharp. Some men and women, upon reaching the age of forty or forty-five, suddenly raise the banner of “victimhood.” They feel that they could have reached the pinnacle of their talent if the responsibilities of family and children hadn’t swallowed their golden opportunities. This thought gradually begins to tear apart the bonds of their marriage. This so-called “opportunity-snatching” feeling, emerging in the mind, sows the seeds of bitterness in marital life.
Parallel to this, some men share stories of their artificial pain, false compulsions, and fabricated sorrows with women outside. Sensitive women, believing these stories to be true, become emotionally entangled. This deception by men pushes them into a prison of their own emotions—where they cannot discern whether their intimacy is rooted in reality or merely a means of someone’s momentary amusement.
The dramatic scenes that unfold outside inns and restaurants these days—the wife sitting inside with a “friend,” while the husband stands outside seething with anger—are not the distorted psyche of a single family, but of society as a whole. Watching these scenes, it seems we have entered an era where “trust” has become the cheapest and “disorder” the most expensive.
Some people escape the complexities of home and seek momentary happiness in women or young women of their own age. They become engrossed in these new attractions, believing that this is real life, this is true love, this is perfection. But when even that spark fades, they set off in search of a new attraction—as if life were a market and love its cheapest coin.
The same person returns home carrying the fires of strife, bitterness, and chaos. The sweetness they generously share outside wither away the moment they enter the home—replaced by harsh words, a fickle mind, and the burden of fatigue.
Women also react to these circumstances in the form of revenge, competition, and resistance. They engage in struggle, sometimes to prove themselves, sometimes to regain their lost self-respect, and sometimes simply to protect their own existence. The result is the breakdown of families, disorientation in children, a tendency toward addiction, and the abnormal emergence of attraction to the opposite sex at a young age.
Rising crime, tragedies of unrequited love, depression, suicide, and violence—all stem from this broken family foundation. Instead of healing these wounds, social media often deepens them.
In their pursuit of happiness, people even steal the happiness and peace of others. What’s needed today is to restore the dignity of communication, love, respect, trust, and patience in our homes. Only then will we be able to build a healthy, balanced society—one where future generations can move forward with a wealth of love and understanding, not a legacy of broken hearts.
If my words have hurt any sensitive heart, I sincerely apologize.
