Are They Truly Yours?

Updated: Jun 7, 2020

No, I'm not referring to your partner here. I want to talk about your beliefs. Sorry, if I sounded clickbait-y though.

* My sister Nittyaa made this on my request. Check out her website here.

As children, one thing we all unknowingly do is, always feel the need to be validated. We seek approval all the time. Mostly from our parents and immediate family. At that malleable stage, the approval and validation are sort of healthy. You wouldn't want to grow up with the habit of biting your nails whenever you're anxious.

But this healthy habit very soon starts turning into a problem as we grow older and older. That is because somewhere in this process, we inherit their beliefs, too. Unknowingly, off course. The real problem is not you having the same beliefs. It is that they were only a byproduct of the process. You wouldn't even have a proper answer if somebody asked you why. You'd just be repeating the same things you've been told. Not the real reason. So technically, your beliefs are not yours.

Big media, social media, our religion and culture, the society we belong to, even our friends, and surprisingly our work or profession; all of these can be great influencers. You might want to watch out for them.

But remember, no beliefs are superior. You can very quickly get into some kind of imaginary competition. That defeats the whole purpose. Choose only what truly matters to you.

One more thing. This process has the wicked ability to backfire. What I mean is, you might start using your beliefs as a shield. Don't do that either.

I don't want to sound woo-woo, but you'll be walking on a very fine line here.

Anyway, best of luck!

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Suyash Dev Gupta,

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