Is being understood even possible?

You can be in a room full of people or in an empty room and still feel just as lonely. Loneliness comes from not feeling seen, appreciated and understood enough. 

I'm on an eternal search of being fully understood. I sometimes think I've found it in someone but then they don't the next time. And I keep searching.

We sometimes put so much pressure on someone else to understand us when we don't understand ourselves. We don't know ourselves.

I used to think I knew me. But maybe that was back then....when there wasn't much about me that needed to be known. Maybe I changed... Maybe we're all constantly changing.

Then, I was given questions to ask myself. It was surprising but, I couldn't answer them as fast as I thought I could. Few questions took me many days to answer and the conclusion it led me to believe was this.... Even I don't know myself, then why do I expect others to? Even I don't understand my motives and emotions that well, how will others do?

Sometimes I act all mysterious and don't even give people opportunities to get to know me. Then I complain no-one understands? What the heck, man. 

But it's true, some of us don't allow people to understand us and so we end up misunderstood. 

Give people a chance, some may let you down....some may try their best but still not understand while some will....those are the ones you need to keep in your life. 

A professor once gave us a hypothetical example of a stranger coming up to us and telling us our friend is terrible and a total loser. Many raised their hands when asked who all will start arguing with him/her against it.

But I laughed to myself and said, "What does that random passer-by know anything about my friend? He/she knows nothing and so their comment holds no value to me. I'd walk by."

When I was a little smaller.... The opinions of others bothered me a lot. I would take every comment very personal. I'd get hurt or embarrassed very easily. But now, I think to myself about many such things....."What do they know about me? Nothing."

I really got used to the whole 'asking myself questions to know myself' thing. And got a little more used to asking myself why.

The world doesn't seem all that cold-hearted anymore. I don't feel the scary dread of not being understood by everyone, all the time. "Because I deserve love and care, even if it is from myself", that's what someone awesome once told me.

I'll keep these words in my diary and soul forever. Because the world isn't so cold anymore, if I'm a good friend to me.

No-one knows or understands me completely and I don't either. That's alright. A little mystery makes life a little more interesting.