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.
As a writer, I often make multiple drafts when I write anything; This indirectly means wasting a lot of paper. But it is a fun sport too. Tearing a sheet and crumbling it to get a perfect shot at the dustbin across the room is the next most exciting thing I do. But yesterday night, while I was asleep, my conscience got to me, and I had a rather amusing dream. So today morning, I woke up and decided to write it down in a more ‘reader-friendly manner’ for writers like me.
“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is yesterday and the other is tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.”
~ Dalai Lama
Mental conflicts are very similar to war, and while one may think they suffer, their deteriorating health is a repercussion of the hope draining battle in their mind. The only way to survive this battle and emerge victorious would be to accept oneself. As they say: self-love starts with acceptance.
Time really doesn’t heal the wounds.It just softens the pain and blurs ,the memories which stab our heart whenever they are remembered.Therefore,cherish the moments and care for your loved ones.You don’t know when they are lost.
Hug me , say its okay
Tell me I’m not the one to blame
Help me fight these night monsters
Free me from these tumultuous thoughts
In Japan, there’s an art called Kintsugi in which pottery is broken and then put back together with gold. Which is to say, where we’re headed is more important than where we are right now; the person we are becoming is more beautiful than the person we are now.
“Is this just fantasy?
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.”
There they are, all the galaxies of the world, spinning away.
“I used to look in the mirror and feel shame, I look in the mirror now and I absolutely love myself” Drew Barrymore, This poem is from when I got tired of the girl in the mirror and before i fell in love with her.