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.
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.
It's so lovely to walk on an empty road
It's not loneliness but a peaceful abode
The winds going slowly
Making your hairs a messy fun
You make the map to walk on
Nothing specific for your attention to lock on
You take your favourite turns
You can open yourself and run
The grass even on your side seems greener
You are not you but someone with a different demeanor
You might go back to the memory lane
But it's so nice that it doesn't give you pain
You can remember your favourite song
You might realise you haven't listened it for so long
You might sigh but it's a sigh of relief
There is no one to give you social anxiety
You can think the things you never think about
You can feel the emotions you were unaware about
It's not tragic
But just magic
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
You want to be perfect my psychologist said
It was the problem usually left unsaid
It's been years
But I still remember her saying it again and again
I dismissed all thoughts
Because she was actually my teacher and teachers never know it all
But today I sit and am ready to contemplate
I don't think it's late
The problem is still that I don't believe her
Although from I don't want to be perfect
To do I really want to be perfect I have grown some thoughts
But still I am clear as a crystal ball
And I internally never wanted to be perfect is the feeling that stands tall
I realised by now
That I was just wired like that somehow
No one ever told me that being imperfect is good
I was just growing up under their hood
I always thought that's how you get love
I never wanted to join the unwanted club
There were only two statements I usually heard
I am proud of you always sounded warmer than that person is better than you, bud
Each mark lost in exam made me shattered
Because I knew it was deciding how much I mattered
Maybe that is how everyone is wired
And it's funny that nobody is getting tired
I guess the tireds join the unwanted club
And we are not taught to talk about them in this hub
I don't blame anyone
Because choosing this life was already done
But I might not have the pace
That is required to win this rat race
Although standing behind and alone
Means your chances of affection are blown
The problem is that we are not pushed towards self love
We are just pulling ourselves with self bluff
I was never behind perfection
I can say it loud and clear
I was always running behind affection
I mumbled with a tear
No matter how early you read the poem 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost, you are going to understand it completely only in your 20s.
Two cups of coffee is all I need
But only one cup for me
The other one for someone I really wanna meet
Someone who pays heed
Till then let the coffee rest
Till then I will hope for the best
I was waiting for my feelings to go numb
I was waiting for that day but I was dumb
I thought that with each day the wound would grow old
I expected that each day would make me cold
But little I realised
And very little I was surprised
With each passing day
My feelings started spreading like a ray
It reached ever nook and corner of my existence
But I was still hoping with persistence
It was so difficult to feel
The reason I thought time would heal
Soon I had a lot of opinions
Surprisingly they made me cry more than onions
Soon the tree of feeling got a strong hold
Now I knew nothing was going to get old
All experiences and incidents
Were giving my wounds new dents
Crying became a constant part of my lifestyle
Funny enough that it was just a more defined form of my old style
I didn't know what to do with so much going on inside
Never realised it would be so much more than what was going outside
Checking and rechecking all emotions
Hide and seek with everything was in motion
Defining the ideas I had was important
Knowing I was right was like a reinforcement
I knew the wounds are not going now
But still adapting raised the question how
Connecting dots was a daily routine
Adulting is much more difficult than being a teen
Sensations, feelings and emotions are always going to be difficult for me
But when I introspect I realise it makes me, me.
Back home, Connell’s shyness never seemed like much of an obstacle to his social life, because everyone knew who he was already, and there was never any need to introduce himself or create impressions about his personality. If anything, his personality seemed like something external to himself, managed by the opinions of others, rather than anything he individually did or produced. Now he has a sense of invisibility, nothingness, with no reputation to recommend him to anyone.
- Normal people by Sally Rooney
I hate marriages I say
Because not everyone is lucky in Pam's way
It's hard to find love which never looks away
It's hard to get Jim who always stays
A person who knows that he is best for you
But steps away to let you choose
A person who always wants you to grow
No matter how many days you are away in a row
A person who accepts you all
The fierce you, the timid you, the clumsy you the beautiful you, the failed you, the successful you, and the complete haul
A person who can comfort you
A person who can love you
A person for whom your smile is a lucky charm
A person who is willing to let you sleep on his arm
A person with whom valentine's day fight also seems a plan
A person whose leaving is more painful than he being an angry man
Yes I want my children to know we are soulmates and it is no less than fairytales
I want to tell them stories of our dates
I don't know what else to say
But finding a person for whom you are not enough but everything seems like an impossible way
The world is pretty miserable around but recently I found some hope, it was not some mental thought but a person. We tend to derive positive emotions from the people who are close to us or those we love but this person was actually nothing more than an acquaintance, he was neither my love nor my friend or family. He was just an acquaintance, a person who was around me because he was supposed to be. Now coming to why he was a ray of hope. While growing up we start losing our innocence, our happy vibe and energy, we get burdened by responsibility and so on but this person was different, he was in his 20s but his eyes were innocent as a 2 years old, he was also going through enough but his smile was enough to wash your pains. This feeling I got while being around him was different, he was warm as a winter sun. It never felt like things would go wrong around him, I know I was in a different place then but he was enough to give me hope.