Before It's Too Late

'All things come to those who wait
Sometimes they just come too late
And if we never speak again
I don't wanna make that mistake'

This is how the song (Before It's Too Late - Westlife) that changed my life starts. It's quite evident in our lives the immense power that words hold. 
Yes, actions are more insightful than words but one cannot deny the impact of the latter.
So what if we have the words but not the time to say those words.
They say that words not said will be wept.

'I'll tell you all my fears
My mistakes
Before it's too late'

I remember that evening when these words of the song struck me at my most vulnerable part and there was a puddle of tears.
I finally spoke about my fears with my mother.

A turning point of my life. This made me realise that I need to face my fears and take help. 
I then went on to write a letter to the writers of this song and got a reply back(all thanks to Twitter).



'I don't wanna wake up one day
Wondering if I shied away
From something that once seemed so hard
One thing that's so simple to say'

My journey with this song continued. These lines made me rethink about the concept of 'the right time' to say something, 
something good. I made sure that I am vocal about the little things about others that bring happiness to me. 
Beautiful eyes, good handwriting, story telling skills, observation skills, the coveted leadership traits, clean habits, 
infectious smile, the art of balancing personal and professional lives, perseverance, kindness and the list goes on.
 As I write these down, the people of my life come to my mind. Maybe you'll think of someone too.
So moved I was that I made sure to let my crush know that I like them. ;)
It also made me apologise to people whom I hurt, sometimes the apology coming years after I thought I hurt them.
It's a liberating exercise for sure.

A few years forward, these lines have a greater meaning to me now. This time I realised that it is important to set my boundaries. 
It is necessary to say NO.
 It is necessary to apologise and own up the mistakes that I make. It is not okay to accept toxicity, 
rudeness in the name of frankness. It is not okay to be used as a punching bag. 
It is also not okay to repeatedly lend an ear to someone who just wants to keep repeating the same mistakes. Not obliged for such emotional investments. To realise that some people see us people and some as objects. And sometimes we are that some people. Rarely it is that we can be as open about both, our issues good and bad, trials and tribulations, jubilation, with the same person.

We may be the protagonist of our life but we also end up being antagonist of someone else's life. And that is okay. 

'Why do you always hide
Your tears when you cry?
Isn't it time you try to
Tell me everything now
Don't leave anything out'

These are the lines I'm still navigating to find what they mean to me. Hiding our tears from ourselves? 
We've been there at some point of our lives. Hoping that if my eyes are closed that maybe things will change, wishing for an alternative reality, wishing for an endless sleep as the tears trickle down the face. To fast forward to a time when there is calm and not a silent chaos.
Also, the concern for the ones who are made to play the role of strong, non emotional beings. How do you tell them that they do not have to hurt alone. Suffering is personal but healing can be assistive. There is still time to let go of the pain.

There is no time, there is time.

Before it's too late.

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