Remembered to Forget Tomorrow

Many of us, students and young adults assume that success is the amount of money and the number of material things we possess, which makes us hustle for them. In this process of hustling for tomorrow’s success, do we forget about today’s happiness?

Growing Up

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.

Second Thoughts

You get to choose with whom and who you want to be. You get to toss away the thoughts and habits that aren’t serving you, and try and manifest some new ones you can. You can match your actions with that highest most exquisite version of yourself and see yourself change everyday. It is well and easy to love the light within and around you. However, can you reveal your darkness and have others love it as well?

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Inanimate objects hold duality and the viewer’s perspective highlights the prominent side. The mirror could be a relic of self beauty for some. But, for a few, it could merely be a reflection of what they hate the most. I fall in the latter category, but this isn’t a hateful note oozing with resentment. It is a monologue of sorts. The lack of response hinders me from calling it a conversation.

First love

“True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.
And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.”- Stephen King

Happily True

It’s the International Day of Happiness!! You guessed its right, it’s a day to be happy. What is true happiness? Do we always feel truly happy or do we show a facade of happiness so as to satisfy society?

Loving and Yeats poetry

They tell me to speak my truth but I cannot find it anymore. I cannot tell it apart from the lies that I eat, from the ones forced down my throat. I lie through my teeth as I bite into words I want to scream out loud. How do you go back once you have known love?