I know it was difficult 16 for you,when you were on your way to explore life,a news shattered you and you lost hope. I'm proud that you decided to complete your 11 std and 12 std taking parts in all possible activities cause you never knew you'll get to enjoy those moments today. I'm proud of every moment you kept your pain away from everyone's eye and suffered with a smile making people around you less worried. Although the ones who know you,knew what you were going through. I'm proud of every inch of pain you took like a challenge and never lost your will to the patterns that threatened your life. I'm proud that you inspired people around and gave them hope.
I still get episodes of anxiety and all sorts of troublesome thoughts in my head and be upset and depressed. But I tell to myself You'll be fine sheez! Same thing i tell others too! I'll be fine in my solitude. Until I'm charged up.
A fragile hearted person you are ,who never intends to hurt others still got blamed by selfish people but. Glad they aren't there to disturb your peace anymore and you forgave them. I wish I had little more courage for things i never went into. I wish I had time to get into all fun stuff...but it's okay...I'm proud I'm behind the time lapse but after 10 years I'm doing all that I wanted to.
The 16 old Sheeza I love you my matured courageous soul. Do not change ever! Love and live life!
Love like silence is sometimes too comforting, especially when you have been subject to chaotic wars in the past. When you forget the tender touch of kindness and the sails of your boat get used to storms instead of quiet, calm seas — there comes to exist inside of you a stone like resistance to anything that could possibly give you solace.
At times people closest to us are able to convince us of our failings to an extent that even if we are somehow able to shake them off , that nagging feeling of being a failure never really leaves you.
Love is like an elusive soft white blanket, the reassurance that even if everything is not alright at the moment , it will be in the future, a guarantee that all we are weathering will one day come to pass and that we will come to live a more peaceful life filled with a sweet fragrance that only love can emit. An aroma so tantalising that it would sway even the most cruel of beings.
Having been through emotional traumas, we cling to the only ray of hope we are able to find around us, thereby becoming addicted to the heady rush of affection . Slowly and gradually as the scars heal, so does the heart . All comes to a lull . When we do not feel worthy of this comfort being provided to us, fearing that it will all eventually deteriorate and collapse only to go down the familiar path of regret and delinquency, that is when we begin to self sabotage our own precious relationships , almost self fulfilling the prophecy that no matter how hard one tries, one cannot truly break free from the bonds of defeat and ruin. That all good things must come to an end.
If there was a cure for disbelief in oneself and a miraculous resurrection of one’s self esteem every time we were shown unkindness and made to feel small and insignificant, then would there come to exist a sense of tranquility and harmonious restfulness that once having found love, it would help us come through all the obstacles and internal wars perfectly without ripping out parts of our soul and tearing us apart . Love would then rein and we would be able to find true happiness and contentment forever.