You write what you like to. You write, taking inspiration from all around you. You write because it’s your hobby. You write to make yourself useful. You write to express who you are, what you are, and how you are. You dream and pen down your fantasies. Your writing does not become yours. You become what your writing is. But what if it all ends? What if you are not able to write again? What if your inspirations turn a blind eye on you? What if you are not able to be you?
There will be times where you lose some battles, become so frustrated that you would want to give up instead. Life is a war where battles take place frequently. If you lose some, you win some too. Failure is not the end of the road, it is just a way to make you analyse what went wrong and not repeat the same mistakes again. Instead of giving up, remember that the Phoenix always rises from its ashes. You can too.
People always forget the importance of what they have. More like, they do not believe in its significance. That is until it is are taken away from them. Somewhere, we all are like children, so we don’t like those who put a collar on us. We hate the rain. It’s like an unwelcomed guest that ruins our time. But once it stops raining, we suffer through the drought and beg for the rain to come back. Parents are like this rain for us. Sometimes they prevent us from doing certain things. It is because they want us to travel on a road where we do not hurt ourselves. We only understand them understand them once we are in their shoes. We only understand them once the rain stops.
A person living with extreme depression often loses the ability to imagine a happy future or remember a happy past. Every day is a constant struggle, and he or she may see self-harm and suicide as the only option out. People with depression are often not able to weigh their options properly. If you have any such thoughts please seek help. Here is a poem written from the view of a person experiencing suicidal tendencies.
Dreaming big is as easy as dreaming small. We can only fulfill our dreams if we are ready to give it “whatever it takes”. Life always offers you a choice to go down the easy path, which is pretty alluring. But if you are determined and passionate enough, and ready to turn your wounds into rewards, you choose the right path over the wrong one. Hence, if you are daring enough, success is all yours.
What makes a person decide not to fight anymore? Is it suicide or murder when he finally gives up? So when society loads the gun and hands it to her, can we really blame her for pulling the trigger? For everyone who feels lost, and everyone who doesn’t understand, i hope the next time someone screams for help, we wont scream wolf.
Being called a failure is one of the most terrifying experiences that one can endure. People question why a person failed but they forget to wonder as to what will it take to get them through it. The answer is simple. Taking revenge. But we are not supposed to take our revenge on those who called us a failure, but on those who made us one. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. People need to break out of their shells and face the difficulties in overcoming their past. A man who muses revenge keeps his wound fresh. But while seeking revenge, dig two graves- one for those who called you a ‘failure’ and another for those who made you one.