I always wonder, if I could do a lot of things, life would have been a bit more simpler.
if I could read other people's mind it would have been simpler to avoid complications, to not hurt people. I would not have broken the trust of my beloved and regret those lies.
if I could go back in time, I would have undone a lot of things that hurt her and made her eyes go wet. I would have not fallen in love with all those wrong guys and now be in a state of hating love.
if I could get a second chance, I would apologize to all those whom I hurt.
if I could.... if I just could... I would do a hundred things that made life simpler, that made life easier.
When new things happen in life, what do you do? Depending on the happening you either become happy or sad, right?
Well, that's what I'm going through right now. I am happy, well happy would be a small word, I'm extremely overwhelmed. Happier than ever, and that's what worries me... But I guess with him by my side I will be fine.
Because today had been a perfect day. Brunch with friends, lot of laughter and hard core fun.
He sent me something that's his. Something that was a piece of his life... Maybe I really had no idea how much I made him feel infinite...
This feeling of happiness seems wonderful, well leaves me speechless whenever I think about the great things happening.
Maybe I should just sit back and relax like how he always says
I do not know, even though its confusing, there is clarity in this fairy tale that he has built me. Because more than love, I trust him
Stop associating success with age.. Stop associating happiness with age... Stop associating journeys with age... If something makes you happy and you are able to do it now do it! If you can't, wait and do it when you can! It doesn't matter how old you are what matters is how happy you are how content you are... Age is JUST a number
What makes you think
You are different from the millions of others living in this planet.?
What makes you feel
That just by not doing what others are doing
You'll be different.?
Whatever it is, you're wrong
You are no different.
The same flesh
The same organs
The same creature
Humans.
Maybe your face is different
Your finger prints are different
The color of your eyes
The length of your hair
Is different.
But that's it
You are the same.
The same flesh
The same bone
The same creature
Humans.
Just because you do or don't do something
Doesn't make you different.
The fact that you feel different
During different situations
Doesn't make you different.
It's the same
The same flesh
The same skin
The same creature
Humans.
I'm angry
I'm depressed
I'm furious
I'm sad
I'm all of this
But, they are just common human emotions.
The same flesh
The same emotions
The same creature
Humans.
And that's the melancholy of being human
It's all the same.
I just read a letter sent my you, a long well a long lasting letter. It said from someone who loved me unconditionally once upon a time. How did our love fade away, how did the love turn into unconditional hatred. ? How?
Well, some questions can't have answers and I know this doesn't too. But you had become everything I wanted you to become not for me but for yourself. You started being the best version of yourself and I'm happy for you.
I just am not able to realize, just not able to comprehend how it all changed.
Which reminds me that everything is turning upside down in my life, everything I thought would remain constant is changing.
I'm in a city I never thought I'd return back to. This city where I have spent exactly half of my life, this city which has given me a lot of memories both good and bad, joy as well as tears. It holds a lot of people I love as well as hate. This city is accused of having changed me, this city has shown me everything I consider a nightmare.
This is the same city I thought holds a lot of people I hate but turns out I don't hate them. It's the same city that thought me my lessons for life. Which thought me to rise, to learn and to stand out. This is the city I hated as well and I sweared I would never return to. But again this is the same city that made me laugh again.....
So dear Mr. Who I'm happy that you're happy, don't blame the city coz every city unfolds a lot of layers in us like mine did to me, and how yours is doing to you.
From,
Someone
You seldom start a journey with hopes of being somewhere, excitement of meeting someone and the thirst to be around your people.
So did I want to be in a place where no matter how crazy I become it would be fine.
Because I was going "home" where there were "my people"
Mistaken was I that it would not matter.
Because I just was an obligation they could not say no to.
The excitement was one sided and so were the hopes.
Even before reaching I want this journey to end
My destination never to come.
I want to go back and never return.
This was a bad idea but now I cant turn back.
I dont want this vaccation
I dont wanna go "home"
The outside word is harsh and cold
That’s why we keep our doors closed…
My mom told me this the first time I asked the reason behind closing the door.
Then another question arised as to why we keep our windows open
And she replied “to view the world.”
But….
Wait…!
Why see the harsh world
If we close our doors to it.
Why have windows if we want cocoons…
It was then I realized lately
That we dont close our doors because the outside world is harsh and cold
But because we are scared of the outside world
Which consists of our “own”
And we still have windows because we are anxious to know whats happening out there
This lie we tell
The blame we put
Its all an escape
To the fear within us…
The fear towards us.
We close our doors
Because we fear the outside world
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Wounds
While I cry myself to sleep once again.
I look up and the clock says 3am.
It's been a while since I've had a proper sleep cycle.
While somedays I sleep by 5 or 6 in the morning,
The other days I don't sleep at all.
Sometimes it's the haunting loneliness that blares up as a wound
Other times it's the thought of people I've lost
Friendships and love forgone, most times it's the fear of missing someone again.
While I delete contacts and mute statuses on social media. I still go back to my gallery to look at pictures of us together.
It feels like bandaids on wounds I only revisit again.
Sometimes I stalk the ex who left me for someone else
Other times it's the once bestfriend I'm sure who doesn't remember I exist.
Telling myself I'm better off without toxic people in life
I hug my little panda doll from when I was 10 years old
And cry myself to sleep, thinking of all the wounds my people gave, all the people I've lost and those who left me behind.
I close my eyes, the cellphone chimes.
It's all a vicious cycle again
Image from: Razia @a-small-startup
With mountains climbed
Stars gazed at.
It's been a beautiful week of all my life.
With friends made, and friendships bonded
I don't know how life could change.
People talked, laughed, had a merry go ride.
This has been where relationships redefined
New ones made
Judgements broken and new ones made.
Love to all the people and all the memories.
To the good and bad triping
Everytime you talk to someone new. You reveal something new. And you keep wondering why you said that. So am I wondering now. Why am I telling you all this. Why am I talking to you. You were a complete stranger until recently and suddenly you have become someone I can count on. Where is all this leading to. What does all this indicate.
I have had many people come and go in my life. I dont want you to be added to that list. I like you and want you to stay. Eager to find out how this ends. Where this is taking me.
Gosh! What am I doing. Why am I doing this.?!