This Is As True As It Can Ever Get... We Are Nothing But The Some Of Everything Around Us. Everyone And

You know how that saying goes, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I feel like there is a desperate need to bring "if you have something nice to say, don't hesitate at all".

We often fail to realise that when you see something nice or pretty in someone, it's very important that you let them know in the most polite words possible. It's not that hard. If anything, it's the thing that comes most naturally to us social animals.

Most people deal with issues related to self image and sometimes it's important that they get to know how nicely people see them, without having to ask. It brings them out of their own mind.

You might think "oh my god their hair is so fluffy and wavy today i love it" and keep silent and all along they might be thinking that their hair looks wild and like an animal and they hate this much volume and they wish their hair had normal fluff. It's just an example, ykwim.

So if you think something is nice about somebody, who does not need to even be close to you, DON'T HESITATE AT ALL.

Most people never hesitate while being "brutally honest" but will hold every word back when there's something nice to say, cuz they wanna look cool somehow?? I never got that math.

There's no need to lie either, if you don't have anything nice to say, you can always say nothing at all.

But if you do, please for the sake of this world, let that person know. We never know how much someone might need that. And it will always keep the cycle running, of noticing nice things about others and IN TURN, YOURSELF. Cuz how can you hate something in yourself which you found really nice in someone else!

Let's make our society a kind and nice space.

If you have something nice to say, don't hesitate at all!

Everyone needs their dark space,

a safe place,

in a dark room, under the blanket or

in them closed eyes.

Where they can hide away from the world,

just for a moment,

think the whole goddamn universe

and just be...

Sometimes the scenarios i make up in my head amaze me.

They are so beautiul, so dreamy, so perfect, so much *needed*, it makes my heart ache from the thought that they can never come true, not ever in the exact same dreamy manner as they do in my mind. I would never find that perrffectt person and never will those deliberate- indeliberate touches and talks and gazes and moments happen...

It leaves me longing and hopeless, I guess my expectations from life , at moments, become too far-fetched.

The only way out, to turn them into reality, is to-

write down the scenario,

develop a story that is actually comprehensible (paiinnnn),

write a novel,

knock doors of publishing houses,

get it published,

work to make it a bestseller,

become a filmwriter and director,

find a producer,

get external validation for script and find rest of the crew ;))

find the perfect music that goes with my fantasy,

find the handpicked perfect cast,

and make it into a adaptation movie.

(excuse the inaccuracy my process. i am not well acquainted with all this, at least not in this universe, but that is just how i imagine)

Then all my dreams *might* come true. Is it too much? or a bare neccesity for my dream to reality journey, i will never know i guess...

(this also totaly disrupts my path of pursuing STEM career, leaving another dilemma at my hand. Life just wouldnt stop being so *REAL*, now, would it ? :I Now my options are a) Reincarnation, b) discover multiverse and travel to the universe where i did write a novel and make a movie about it, by myself, and watch that.... arghh the things we do for the love of love )

this was just a thought, no self-emotions were hurt in this post (ok, maybe a few) (excruciating pain right in middle of heart, a major headache here and there.)

Under the Stars

I lay .

Under the Moon,

I play.

Under the Sun,

I light up.

Under these lights,

I pray,

Giving healing the space,

To take place.

"Life is a series of random events that happen between birth and death.."

They said. They said out of utter innocence... Or maybe ignorance.

'Random' is when something SEEMS chaos.

Seems...

'Random' is when we can't understand or find a pattern, that satisfies our human brain.

But one day just

Stop. And observe .

Observe the tiniest bits,

instead of seeing the big picture,

look at the fine details.

That is when , you'll see.

In the mind of God

this world was created.

Nothing is random here.... Just so intricate ,

it is hard to comprehend .

But just try, and you'll realise ,

that it is not cliché

to say that ,

Everything happens for a reason ,

cuz it does.

Some butterfly, flapping its wings in any meadow in Australia,

can cause a hurricane in Africa and we'll never know.

not like it means to or even realises it can ,

but it can .

True , so true , and sometimes those teachers mean more to you than they are expected to by the world.... The good ones are so underrated

getting compliments from teachers does blessings to one's self-esteem

Everybody you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.

- anonymous

"My North Star , My Polaris"

No matter how bright the sun burns,

or tries to fade away your light.

I know the night will always come,

and you will be there;

making the most special part of my sky.

Whenever my ship at sea is lost,

you show me the right way;

even when the compass ditches,

I know,

you will be out there .

At the most beautiful part of my sky

The stormy clouds will hover,

and sometimes fade you away;

away they'll fade you but , I know you,

You'll shine rather brighter again.

And I hope you will be this way.

You are the most special part of my sky;

and no matter whenever you go,wherever,

I'm glad I'll see you every night,

everyday,

cuz' you are brightest star in my sky,

and you will always and forever,

Stay.

This is a poem that I  wrote out of 4 random lines that came into my mind.It is dedicated to everyone in my life who is there , even in the hardest times. To Dad ,Sis and especially , MY MUM.

Some nights

she stays awake

looking at the stars,

and other nights

she falls asleep

and dream of them.

— Mark Anthony

Me too , me too.

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.