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The best thing about characters of a book is not what they do in the book, it's the little backstory about them. The story that makes them what they are in the book. No character is beautiful without their backstory. And ain't it the same with humans??
It's so intimidating to see myself in a mirror because I see me and then this another person who is not me. A person who is just an amalgamation of my mother, my father and my grandparents. A person who is not one but many. And it is so amazing and frightening at the same time. The fact that like every other thing, like every other incident, and person, you also hold the potential to be beautiful and scary not only to others but to your own self too.
Life is a journey indeed but why are we supposed to keep on moving and moving. Journey is about enjoying, feeling and then moving, taking stops when you need to, being able to get tired, being able to feel refreshed, being able to make connections, and most importantly being able to say goodbye to one stop and then move on to the next.
But I guess in the journey of life neither have I received enough goodbyes to forget people, nor I have got enough time to say goodbyes to enough people. I hate when people ABSQUATULATE. I hate when I ABSQUATULATE. But is it anyone's fault?
Life is running so fast that we are always afraid of missing on something in future, even if we are missing on our present for it. Our ambitions make us run from people we love, we leave without saying goodbye because we don't realise we are leaving, we think we are around but by the time we look back, we have actually reached miles and miles away. Away from the people we thought we will never leave.
We think that the person who is now miles away might have moved that distance on his own, maybe you were still at the same place but the other one has drifted apart. But no one knows for sure because you didn't say goodbye first and neither did the other person. So now you don't know how to ask if it was you that moved faraway or if it was them.
You are tired now you want to sit and think but life is still moving, you are still afraid of missing things if you stop. You again absquatulate and move on. And the cycle continues...
*TRIGGER WARNING*
I heard somewhere, 'Rape is not about sex it's about violence and dominance.' and I couldn't agree more, but this also made me think that there are so many forms of rape, it's not only physical but mental, social and emotional.
Whenever a girl is told that she should not do something because she is a female, she gets mentally raped, whenever a girl is not given equal respect in society, she gets socially raped and whenever all this continues, she gets emotionally raped. It's not like only men are raping women but I think women are a part of this too, in reality it's the whole patriarchy. I don't think there is a single woman who has not been raped in some form, atleast once by this patriarchy and like physical rape it leaves pain, wounds and kill us from within.
I know rape is a heavy word and I should not use it like this and sorry if it triggers anyone but for me what women go through on a daily basis is also not that simple. It's just my thoughts and nothing more.
Someone asked about my ideal type and I didn't know what to say.
I only knew a single name that I didn't want to take.
Sometimes it hits you exactly in your core. The realisation that you just not have that one person with whom you are never going to be angry, the person who gets your mood even before you realise, and someone to whom you can rant everything out.
The wish to be alone is so wierd, you try to forget so many people and end up remembering so many things at once.
It's so confusing
Today was my day of refusing
But that person took my turn
It feels like burn
I always used to think
Why me getting angry or depressed used to bring my mother to brink
Now it seems so obvious
She must have been holding a lot of stuff that's serious
Because that's what is happening with me each day
I am going through a lot but keeping my emotions at bay
It's easier to tackle things around
If only the people near you are not pulling you to ground
I wake up and try to smile
But even a single person being sad and angry makes me think a mile
It feels like cheating to me
I have so much to feel, how are they even beating me
Someone said your coping mechanisms' great
But I need to express is what I felt
Faking my emotions so others don't feel depressed
Is too much of a burden as I read
Sometimes I am on the verge of breakdown
But someone else grabs the sad crown
I feel so betrayed
I even dread
I know it's attention seeking clearly
But it was my time to show my problems dearly
You took that away
Now I have no idea how to get my way
I don't know if it's wrong
But when one person is sad I think I don't have the right to sing my sad song
So I keep on storing
And it's easy enduring
But again one day someone is at dismay
I start feeling the angst because even though I wasn't planning to say
That person seems to have taken my turn
And I have got the burn
So I get angry and depressed
I don't try to show it but it gets expressed
No I am not copying anyone
It just me feeling that I didn't get a chance to express to someone
I have never been a person who had any big plans for my 20s. Honestly, my plans have always been about life in general, like I should ultimately become this, I should have someone who loves me and I should travel a lot but no goal like I should achieve this particular thing in my 20s. Although now when I am really in this stage of my life I have realised how much I have to do and how much I am doing. It's really a life changing phase, you are no more a kid and you are not even a responsible adult. Your time to make 'n' number of mistakes is over but yet you are clueless about the best decisions for yourself in more than 99% of occasions. You have people to support you but you don't have people to walk with you on difficult paths.
I am in my 20s unaware of what is right and what is wrong. Adulting at my own pace usually seems slower than others. Deep down I know I am growing, I appreciate how far I have come but on the other end it doesn't seem enough. I have learnt a lot, I am different from what I was in school. I am stronger but yet more fragile than before. I am confident yet afraid of others' perception about me as a whole. I am surrounded by people yet alone for long. I want to be loved romantically yet I am afraid of commitment. It's complicated but still clear. Maybe 20s is about being everything, being a super hero and a weakling together. It's about feeling everything so that ultimately you know what you want to be. It's about living different lives with single soul. It's about experimenting everything so that in your 30s you know which experiment had the most successful results.
It doesn't need any planning, it's just about living in the moment, going on a road trip without a map but with hope of reaching the destination. It can be a successful and joyful ride, it can be a painful and rough ride but in the end where ever you reach will be far away from where you started and would be indeed more lovelier than what you plan.
Do you ever wake up with the feeling that a lot is lost
It's summer but you still feel the frost
Everything and everyone is around
But you still can't listen a sound
It's not your life but a trap
You are actually a piece of crap
Your to do list is overflowing
Your courage to start something is slowly going
It's not like you have to start afresh
But where you are standing now, seems nothing more than a mess
Your ambitions are enthusiastically parading
Even though all your motivation is fading
You are somehow willing to leave
But just too scared to believe
Supporting hands seems to tease
Ah! hope you knew, who you want to please
Feel like you have an empty soul
You are too tired to feel not only this but all
You want to speak
Although you are scared that your secret of being a coward might leak
You are not a loser, ofcourse
But you also know that a winner doesn't have such remorse