Chapter 1
“There’s a reason the goldfish never looked back at her” but it is indeed looking at me, maybe I am again wrong. I glaze at the bowl again and now the goldfish was gone, “Was it happening, or maybe it’s just a thought” . There is no goldfish because it didn’t exist in others perspective, a sense of relatableness
was felt by me. The fish disappear just like that, would I disappear like that to. She Away has a weird habit of noticing everyone and everything , but why I wanted to be seen and noticed. I Again looked at the bowls . “I had to be noticed, I don’t want to be disappeared”. Isn’t it weird that we all are trap and are always trying to prove something to someone, is there any need and even if we realized it did it changed, or we just start validating ourselves. We all are validators who are validating something always, consciously or subconsciously. We all want to be unique still end up same. The fear of not able to valid something has to be a major human fear that was always unseen. Some validate others while some valid themselves . How funny that people who are validators chant uniqueness like a hymn, unaware that even their rebellion is rehearsed, how to tell them that everyone is same even without trying. Despiration to prove yourselves right has made everyone mad. There’s a quiet kind of insanity that grows in people-like moss under stones, soft, unnoticed, but irreversible. It gets awkward that people have it, someone who validate others are seen as pleasers, maybe even invisible anchors to some else’s life. But those who only validate . Themselves are knows as narcissist. But the real question is” there someone who isn’t a validator?” People who spend their lives validating others-especially someone , become an emotional servant, mistaking approval for connection . On the other hand people who longed for their happiness are painted as narcissists. We often use an exaggerative term for something we can’t control. “CAN HUMANS LIVE WITHOUT VALIDATION ?” . We are often made to be ashamed of it but the second a baby cries and is picked up , that’s the First validation of a human . How weirdly funny is that even rejecting to validation is still a form of validation. So it is nearly impossible, then why we are told to be ashamed of it . Validation isn’t a sin- it’s older than our self. Before we form our thoughts, we learn to be seen are being still a validator. Validation isn’t just an approval it’s an invisible way of expressing ourselves , validation was always misunderstood as attention seeking but its more about how we involuntarily became a mirror to each other. We are mosaics of everything we have seen or everyone we have met . It is often said that “Don’t compare”. But how can a mirror not reflect?. How can two minds not measure the warmth in another’s eyes , or the weight of their silence, against their own?. We compare to understand , to navigate, to find meaning and to observe that we are normal. But the danger creeps when you slowly convert comparison into obsession, we validate ourselves or others isn’t about confidence, but actually it carries a coping mechanism, we Validate because we need to be understood . We praise others not out of kindness but because we wanted to get praise isn’t it weird, maybe validation is our camouflage-not to stand out, but to blend in just enough to feel safe. People don’t seek validation because they want attention but because humans have a fear to be the odd one out. We are meant for love so why to be ashamed for asking. We were born begging and would die begging . And maybe validation isn’t something we need to escape from-maybe it’s something we Were meant to have because we are mirrors and would reflect.” There’s a reason that Goldfish never looked back not because it had no memory but because it already knew some glaze are traps some validations are cages dressed as mirror, and maybe it vanished not from the bowl but from the need to be observed all this time I thought it was watching me, but maybe it was warning me knowing that it is gone I wonder if it was ever really there or just another ripple trying to matter”. The school bell rang. Physics lecture ended She blinked-the Goldfish was gone so was the moment no one notice she hadn’t spoken a word, they ever do.
