Let's write.

“It’s kind of a dorky statement, but it is true that grief rearranges your address book. It’s amazing how many people drop out of your life in the wake of catastrophic loss. People who have been with you through thick and thin suddenly disappear, or turn dismissive, shaming, strange. Random strangers become your biggest, deepest source of comfort, if even only for a few moments.”

“It always gets worse before it can get better. But it will get better. Like everything else, and like our past struggles, at some point we win, but before that win, there’s always that loss that spurs us on."

When you push the best people away, sooner or later you're gonna regret it.

So don't...

The reason why we can't let go of someone is because deep inside we still hope... 🤍

Rest your head on my shoulder when everything feels heavy, again.🥀

You're the love that came without warning, you had my heart before I could say no....

It's been long since I wrote anything, either it's creativity which has been lost somewhere or something I can't be fixing. It feels like I have become so hard to feel,observe and then write. But this level of hardness isn't the result of one experience, a day or a single observation, the again and again disheartened scenarios have lead the emotional destability to such a peak hardness so that the things, people and conditions are not influencing me anymore.
It's like okay, well and fine. Nothing more than this has been left. It didn't hurt me to not play a good innings in a game, to not get treated well, to feel pitiable being a juvenile epilepsy patient, to think about a secure future and the the people with top in my priority list. But watching myself in a mirror with the medicines on a dressing table, going to play alone with teams else than my favorite just as a case of formality, being a potential academic but with very less self confidence, couldn't find the answer of "why me" and to acting of not caring about the people still hurts and it really hurts. Hurts enough to lead one to write such an uncreative, vocabless and non interesting piece.

Do not underestimate someone who has lost everything and is still here to tell the story. Do not underestimate someone who has fought dearly for sobriety. Peace. Forgiveness. Self-love. Freedom. Authenticity. Truth. Do not underestimate the lonely. They have braved wars that only those who understand the absence of human connection, can do. Even now. They are holding it all together while coming so wildly undone. And sometimes we may see them unravel ever so softly. Or loudly. Or however their soul unties its cage the best.

Do not underestimate the ones who have suffered the kind of grief that does not seem to end. Who have been broken in places you did not even know existed. The ones who fell into silence because their lungs had no words left to speak. We will not always be strong. No. But we are enduring.

Today I say I disagree with you ..
My thinking is totally different from yours... and I was wrong about you being my well wisher ... but now I know you and your intentions..... I promise that I won't let you win.... never ever...

I am a solitary reaper looking for a spiritual mentor to connect me to my inner world….

"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation."