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Crossroads

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  Life has been a little rough lately. I had to choose a lot and make some very important decisions. Which got me thinking about the fact how at some point in your life you have to give up on certain thigs that are a part of your identity to achieve things that have been you dreams since the time you started to understand the meaning to the word dream. Its like losing a piece of yourself to create another. Not knowing whether the other one is gonna fit or not. A bittersweet feeling of inevitable loss and a new beginning.  The feeling of uncertainty of whether you should move forward with your life or turn around. So you stop for a moment and wait for your past to hug you from behind but then there is no-one ever coming to hold your hand and stop you. In that moment, you realise that all those people you tried to please all these years wee not your people to begin with and you had wasted you precious time and emotions filling a cracked pot that had been leaking all along. So, you close

Autumn!

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 Its was August the 20th when the first wilted leaf of autumn fell in her garden. There was something about the sad atmosphere of Autumn. With every passing minute every colour she liked faded away. And with every fading colour her heart wilted away. She mourned the blossoms she lost, the birds that chirped on her balcony every morning, and the warm and fresh breeze of spring. She missed everthing about it. It was the only season she had known. She had forgotten about the others lost in the beautiful utopia of the "everything pretty season". She had never dreaded Autumn. She had never thought it would come. So when she the wilt appeared she never gave it much thought but when the breeze turn to gusts and and the blossoms started to wither, she realized that it would be soon when all the remnants of the spring will be gone. Even the little things that reminds her of that one beautiful season that she loved once.  Moments passed. Seconds turned to minutes minutes to days and da

Loss_story of the buried love

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This world seemed utopic the moment they met. The moon was shining a bit brighter and the sky was studded with stars that night. The breeze was gentle carrying the scent of roses from a garden near by. Everything ordinary appeared extra beautiful.  Its was love at first sight... They waited for hours, days and months to get to see each other again wondering what the other person was doing. Were they in love with them as much. Or had they already forgotten them. Impatient to talk to eachother.  Fate worked in their favour finally.  A new story began : The Spring:   They saw gardens and sunset and birds and buterflies, held hand and heard together the nature's songs. The Summer :  It was a blazing season that year but even the heat had nothing to hold infront of their passion. They thought they kill for one another. But sometimes they would argue so much so someone might have thought they could kill each other. The Autumn :  Everything started to fall apart. There were more arguments

Addicted to heartbreak.

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A heartache so severe it broke his heart in two. But so familliar and addiciting that the scars were not a few. Heart broken and mended in the similar spot a million times.  A vicious cycle of hurt and happiness. He had become addicted to. Causing storms in the calm sea for a little thrill_some adrenaline. Intentionally causing thunders become so eratic, it hit him in the heart and broke it in two. The storm usually calmed after that. And the reparative phase would begin a little rain and a little sun shine followed by tiny little blossoms and chirping of the birds. But soon he would get too used to it waiting for the storm to begin soon.  He was addicited to the hurt. The lonely dessert of broken hearts had become his home. He visited the sunny beach and the green oasis, in the neighbourhood, every now and then, but he longed to be here in the end, all by himself_ Alone. May be it was a scared little part of him. Reminding him a fearful memory from the past where he was left alone in

Loving:what is it?

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So you say, you loved them and so you wanted to protect it from all the bad that had happened to you. You wanted them to not scar in the spots as you. You didn't want them to shed tears on their pillows every night. But that made you grow, didn't it. Thats what matured you. Thats what made you in the person you are today. And don't you think you would most likely repeat the same mistakes in again, given the chance?   Then why do you think halting someone's most needed experience in the process of growth is loving? Do we all not break our hearts once or twice? Do we all not yearn for something so bad, something that we end up losing? Do we all not get tired every night after a long day of running after things that are never ours? Do we all not cry every night or a night every week or month over the things that made our hearts ache? But then did we not learn from it? Did we not learn how to heal our hearts? Did we not learn how to give up our most precious belongings for

No_ Say it!

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Did you say yes to a 'little job' again when you were yourself quite busy and didn't wanna upset your friend, but then that little thing turned out to be 2 days worth of a job and made you lag behind on a lot of work? But when you asked the same person you ran an errand for you, seeing that they were free, they denied. Did it hurt you? But is that their fault? NO.  They had every right to put their comfort before everything and so do you! You should also learn to say it sometimes when you need to. In order to please others you somehow lose your individuality and in the process it also normalizes for others to boss you around. And when you have finally had it and say No it is gonna upset them because up until then they would have become accustomed to you agreeing with them. Now, no-one is asking you to be rude and say NO and disagree with whatever you hear. But contradict with fair sense to what is wrong or what you think is right. Or when you thin

Its okay to CRY sometimes!

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Why is it so difficult to cry sometimes? Why are the people who cry or show emotions considered weak? Sadness is a just as human emotion as happiness. Then why do people take expressing sad emotions as weak? What is this stigma associated with sadness, anxiety and depression? I believe, crying and showing sad and dark emotions is rather brave . And if you happen to find the right person to show them to, you might even b ecome happy. Sadness isn't bad, crying isn’t bad at all pretending to be happy is.  Sadness is just an emotion we feel as a reaction to our treatment by others. Stop putting that happy face on all the time (which takes a lot of inner strength as well). But trust me being vulnerable sometimes feels good. Its good let a few tears roll down your cheeks.  While it might appear difficult to make someone understand your tears, try it. You may find answers, and a true friend who would stick by your side forever. With that, collect someone else