And if I’ve to utter those three words which define life, then I’d say “It all ends”. You won’t remember the names of girls who got tears rolling down your cheeks when you were in class 3 because you didn’t dance as well as them, run as quick as them or recite poems better than them. You won’t miss the guy who fucked you over in class 8. Though, at that time you must’ve thought that you can’t do without him. Cousins who laughed at you when you fell off from the stairs won’t bother. Teachers who scolded you in the school corridor for something you didn’t do or were naive enough to do won’t matter. People who mocked at your dreams, life goals, physique and gender roles will be long forgotten. And, you never have to feel guilty about removing such toxicity from life. Rejoice it.