Life Of A Doormat


‘Oh no, Not again’ doormat says to itself alarmed by the loud thump coming towards it.

‘Please wash me off with all the stains and dirt of yours, you have smeared me with.’

We all have obviously come across a doormat and used for getting rid of all the dust we have carried along the way on our feet and shoes.The sole motive being cleaning ourselves up ,without having a second thought of it. And why we would have a second thought for a mere doormat whose life is meant for this, It has to accept all the stains without any say keeping inside all the pain. What if, we go through the life of a doormat. Being used as a doormat is very common for people who don’t know their self worth and are oblivious of immense power they have hid inside under the layers of vulnerability.

Yes,it really does. Being treated like a doormat can be heart wrenching experience. It all depends on you, how you are being treated by someone. Sometimes people just trample upon you without even empathising with you and ignore the fact one wants respect not filth. The more you give in, the more vulnerable you will be. Washing you off of your self esteem. It is in your hand to brace yourself up and carry yourself with all the grace and elegance you hold within.

Love yourself in every possible way, contemplate your achievements, introspect your weakness not to feel sorry for yourself but to emerge a stronger version of self. Realising one’s value in the people around you and prioritising your heart and soul’ well being will not only make you healthy within but will also make people invest their time and energy in you.

Living a life of a doormat could rip you apart off your social identity. So why to live a life as such when you are beautiful in your own way and worth much more than you think yourself to be.


Vivek Upadhayay

I am never satisfied with what I have, and never Doubt on what I can conquer. I do not just look only in straight direction, because the world of wisdom is walking beside me and I also discover the sully soul on my other side, I am a camouflage of both. I turn around and try to walk backward to see what I keep within, deep, behind my back and accept the strokes wind puts on my face and make myself ready to get shocked any moment in life, because Things will change their shape and dimension in coming years, Good will become bad and bad will become the best. because it is what I have seen yet. Even me will not remain me, but my instinct will never change neither my love for certain things. So I surge up into the territory of stars, out of this world and try to find who I am today ?

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