Silence is a feel-good way to spend some time when you are upset, but not until you start suppressing your agonies and hardships. This is when you become a stoic. You think a million times, overthink and rethink before you say something. And by the time it starts choking you, you’d regret not having expressed it earlier.
It’s the little things that bother you to an extent nothing else does. It’s the little feelings that are hard to decipher and hard to tame. It’s difficult to get people to understand you, sometimes it’s difficult to understand yourself. But writing them down can make your heart feel a little lighter.
I don’t remember growing up, I can’t remember when I stopped asking for goodnight kisses or sliding into my parent’s bed after having a nightmare. I don’t remember when my morning routine changed from getting out of bed for breakfast to staying in and convincing myself that I am enough and I’m hardly convinced. I’m turning 20 next week and it feels a lot older than it’s supposed to.
“If I had foreseen Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I would have torn down my formula in 1905”, stated Einstein. It’s impressive how the unquenchable thirst for vengeance and authority could drive humankind to unimaginable extremes. The bomb attack at Hiroshima and Nagasaki exemplifies it. What’s more impressive is the glimmer of hope which humankind still opts to hold onto and overcome the caused catastrophes.
Passion burns a fiery red and Sadness spends her days under the rain. Ambition likes to sit and watch the world burn down and clear the path for her rule, and Selfishness wears bright pink lipstick and stomps over everything. Surprise likes the shade of shock and Hatred splits the Earth in two. People are nothing and everything all at once, people are different emotions draped all at once. It sweeps through them in rivulets, forming and building until it is everything and nothing at all.
Wasn’t there a time (or multiple times if you’re really awesome) when you wanted to craft your own conspiracy theory and wished that it were true? Or was there a time when you came across one and dearly wished that it was the reality instead? Well, same pinch! Because we have theories that we wished were true. Why not read and find out which ones?