Ascended Reality

Ascension of my own reality where I reach a place which is fantastical and perfect is something I personally love to indulge in. However, how safe is this haven, as I look into my circumstances and ascertain the merits of an ascended reality.

MEASURING IN LIGHT

I had started to count kindness on my fingers. If you were like me, you barely got enough of it to fill in one hand, but I took what I could; I still do. I had learnt to lick it in scraps, taking whatever I could and storing it in a jar made of hope and I took a bit more out of it than I should have every time I was told I wasn’t enough. Which was every day.

Till death did us part.

We live for the people around us. If we are scared of death, it is only in part because of the pain, the rest is a mind-numbing fear of losing what we know, who we know. There is family, there are friends. But sometimes, we find that relationships form in the most unlikely of places. It might be a negative one, no matter. Only, we might never fully comprehend the depth of it till we face a void that cannot be filled, till death and damnation. Can hate cause a wistfulness as potent as love?

Confidence is key

Inhale confidence, exhale doubt. If you don’t believe in yourself, why would anyone believe in you?
Self-confidence is the key which opens the door to a million possibilities. Keeping that door locked will only limit your opportunities for success. So, dive in to find out how to identify low self-confidence traits and how to build it right up.

The Stoic overflow

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.

Good On Paper

Frankly, everything looks quite good on paper. A 10 – year old girl plans her perfect wedding on the back of her notebook only to realize it’s too fancy for her family. A 16 – year old mustered his courage to confess what he felt on a piece of paper, but got beaten up in the school’s backyard. A 25 – year old writes a perfect piece of “resume” to land his dream job but ends up losing this opportunity to his friend. A 32 – year old finally writes a letter to his parents that he is coming home only to find out they are no more. But paper is not reality. What we want to be and what we are two different things. The only option we have is to accept it no matter what happens.