The Way People Are People are the way they are. This simple truth contains within it the complexity of all human existence. We spend our lives trying to understand others, to change them, to mold them according to our expectations, yet the fundamental nature of humanity remains unchanged—people are simply the way they are. This is not resignation, but recognition. To accept people as they are is not to abandon hope for growth or transformation, but to begin from a place of truth rather than illusion. When we stop fighting against the basic nature of those around us, we can finally see them clearly. We can love them for who they are, not for who we wish them to be. The mother who worries excessively, the friend who arrives late to every gathering, the colleague who speaks too loudly in meetings—these are not flaws to be corrected but threads in the tapestry of human character. Each person carries within them a universe of experiences, fears, and dreams that have shaped them into exactly who they are in this moment. To say "people are the way they are" is to embrace the beautiful imperfection of humanity. It is to understand that the very qualities that sometimes frustrate us are often inseparable from the qualities we cherish. The passionate person who argues too intensely is the same person who loves with fierce devotion. The cautious friend who hesitates at every decision is also the one who will never lead you astray. This acceptance does not mean we stop growing or encouraging growth in others. Rather, it means we work with the grain of human nature instead of against it. We plant seeds of change in soil that is ready to receive them, rather than trying to force flowers to bloom in winter. In the end, the deepest relationships—whether with family, friends, or lovers—are built on this foundation of acceptance. When we truly understand that people are the way they are, we can finally stop trying to rewrite their stories and start appreciating the chapters they have already written.

At lunch today, my younger brother read my earlier piece and shared some thoughts. His philosophy has enchanted me. I’m sharing his words here in my own voice.

Brother, I read your piece. But you’re only realizing this now? Everyone thinks you’re quite intelligent. What a fool! Stop giving career advice from tomorrow, stop writing, stop helping people—not for long, just five years—then see who comes to ask you, “Brother, how are you?” Yet you’re doing the work of lifting people’s spirits, teaching them to dream, aren’t you? Many have found their footing through your words. Many log into Facebook just to read what you’ve written. I’m not saying no one will remember. Humans are strange creatures, brother! So strange that some don’t even have the mentality to say “this quality is good, that quality is good” about anyone unless they have some personal interest. Some might truly love the person Sushanta. They will remember. Receiving such selfless love is a matter of great fortune, brother. Being loved is the greatest gift in this world—it comes directly from God. When you were teaching students, how many did you tutor for free, how many people did you help with money—who calls you now to ask, “Sir, how are you?” I see on Aditya brother’s wall that when he shares any troubles, people comment asking for police advice. It makes me furious when I see this. “Why, brother, doesn’t he seem human to you? Does he only seem like a policeman?” I see the same with you—people call asking not how you are, how everyone at home is doing. What help they need at the airport, what customs troubles they have, whose goods are stuck at the port, what VAT problems, what licensing troubles they can’t resolve—they only talk about these things. When have they ever stood by your side? And when have you ever asked them for anything? Brother, honestly, these same people criticize you behind your back. I see Aditya brother helping people, you do too. Tell me, why are you both such fools?

Why does this happen? Have you ever thought about it? I say this is what you deserve. That’s what you’re getting, and you’ll continue to get it in the future. Don’t you often say, “What goes around, comes around. Every man is paid back in his own coin”? I suspect you don’t truly understand what it means. Now you have many people standing by your side. But there was a time when no one was there. Yes, we were there, we’ll always be there. But even outside family, some people stood by you then too. Do you remember them? Tell me, why were they there? For what gain? What could you give them? Nothing at all. What did you have then? They simply thought, the younger brother is in trouble, let me say some kind words, give him courage, stand by him a little. Who else would laugh with you then and say, “You can do it too!” Many well-wishers stood by you during your difficult days simply because they liked you. They gave freely knowing they’d receive nothing in return. Brother, do you know what this is called? It’s called love. They’re not of this world, they’re from another planet. You don’t even call them now. I suspect you don’t even say hi and hello in their inboxes. Go a little forward, take some flowers in hand, say sorry—see how they’ll forget everything and embrace you again. Because they loved you! It’ll waste some time, your popularity horse will stop galloping for a couple of days. What harm is there in that? Love has more power than popularity. You don’t even remember who loved you. Tell me, why are you like this? Brother, when someone loves you, you must remember it. You forget everything else, fine, but at least remember that much. Let me tell you something else. Most of those who love you the most, you don’t even know them, they might not even be on your friend list, they don’t come forward to flatter you, but they love you—silently, quietly.