I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, a million of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by it’s power, it’s unceasing notion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and moutains, deserts and hidden rivers and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with the one we love is perhaps the greatest joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
― Arundhati Roy
There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything.
With every breath of her tired yawn you can tell she’s tired, tired of what life has put her through. She’s been knocked down, and now she’s done. It’s ok girl, if you aren’t always strong.
I’ve always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. I pretend to want things I don’t want, and I pretend not to want things I do want. No one gets hurt. Except me. The lines are so crossed and blurred at this point that I don’t know what I want. I just know I want it to be easy.
Cracks in the concrete are just reminders that we all fall apart no matter how strong we are
You know you’re in love when forever doesn’t seem long enough
You’re not my life but you’re the one I want to spend it with. You’re not my world but you’re the best thing in it
Talking to you is my favourite part of the day
The thing is, you make me happy. You walked in when it seemed like the rest of the world walked out. You were there. You are there. I never need to pretend when I’m around you, when I’m talking too you, when I’m with you. You’re hilarious; you make me laugh all the time. You seem to pick up that something’s wrong before everyone else does and you know exactly what to say to make it all okay, and even if it’s only for a little while, it helps. The thing is, I love you, and I am so glad I have you.
Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
Sometimes, we’re too into the moment to look at the big picture. We fail to see things in perspective because we’re too absorbed in what’s taking place at that very instance. The thing is we should face reality. Find ourselves from being lost in the moment and think about everything the way it is. Because sometimes being realistic can save us from pain and disappointment.
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing, the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said: ”All I want to do is hold your hand.”
I guess what scares me the most is knowing that at any moment, you could rip my heart out of my chest, tear it into pieces, throw it on the ground and stomp all over it. And that I’d just pick it up and hand it back to you.
Sometimes I feel like I’m wasting all my time waiting for my life to start. I’d rather trip and fall then never try. I don’t want to waste another day while the world goes by. I wanna live it, I wanna breathe it, I wanna feel it for myself.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
Don’t waste your time worrying about boys. Boys will come and go. Don’t waste your time caring about the people don’t like you. Chances are you don’t like them either. Don’t waste your time worrying if people are talking about people. You affected their lives; they didn’t affect yours. Waste your time with your friends. Live for the moment, laugh oftern. Be immature, do anything an everything. If it’s something you’ll regret in the morning, sleep late and when you wake up, laugh about it with your friends because your friends are what matter most. When you have your friends, you have everything.
Life isn’t as magical here, and you’re not the only one who feels like you don’t belong, or that it’s better somewhere else…but there are things worth living for. And the best part is you never know what’s going to happen next.
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