Most times, we talk a lot about withholding good news from other people simply because of the possibility of them harbouring hate and bad intentions towards us, but I do think that there’s something very palatable about good news that makes you want to share it with someone else.
It’s not because you want to feel like the luckiest human in the room, nor is it because you’re trying to oppress others, as many may think. Most times, it’s just that genuine happiness that comes from the heart, and you do know that sharing the source of it makes the experience much better. I can say the same for myself because this is exactly how I feel when good things happen to me.
I always want to share the good parts of my life with the people I care about, and as somebody who grieves a lot about what could have been, I find it comforting when there’s somebody to share my good news with. I’m also grateful that I can always mention my friends as the first people to tell without thinking twice.
My friends are some of my biggest supporters, and they are the most wholesome group of individuals you will ever find in the world. I've had an amazing relationship with them and I've never gotten the impression that they’re envious of my successes, but I’ve always been certain that they want the best for me. So it’s hard not to share my good news with them, especially as I like to think that I am also one of the first people they call when beautiful things happen to them.
I remember last year, my friend and his wife, who had recently relocated out of the country, were gifted a fully rented and furnished apartment, as well as a car. This act if kindess to them was from a much older couple who were also relocating. I believe I was one of the first few friends to know about those miraculous gifts because it's not something that young people always share publicly, especially if they’re religious. So, being let in on that kind of information really made me realize again that my friends do love and think of me.
Generally, I’ve never had a situation where my friends didn’t tell me the good things that happened in their lives, and I try not to feel entitled to every piece of information because I believe that there could be a reason for the non-disclosure that I know nothing about.
There’s also no rule that says I must be among the first set of people to know what happens in their lives, despite sharing mine with them. Who knows? They may withhold good news from me if they think it might make me question the phase of life I’m currently struggling with. Or if the friendship is already on its way to ending, they may not know how to communicate that news to me. They could also be waiting for the right time to spill everything because they know what time of the month I’ll be more cheerful and receptive to hold a conversation where they share that information with me.
However, this doesn’t mean that I will not feel bad if I figure out that other people know about something significant that happened in the lives of my friends and I didn’t. I’ll feel sad, of course, but one thing I’ll always do is seek an explanation, which I believe will be valid because I trust my friends and I know they love me enough to include me in the things that matter.
So at the end of the day, I think that people just share their joyous moments with those they are most comfortable with. It could be their family members, best friends, lovers, or even kind acquaintances whose presence offers some kind of relief. I believe what matters is that we are at least aware of those who will celebrate our wins the most with us, and I hope such beautiful moments are never lacking in our different lives.
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