The problems we face in our day to day lives are like rocks. They keep blocking our damn path untill we kick them out of our lives just to discover another rock beneath it problems make an appearance They outstay their welcome and the cycle goes on..........
Can't we get a happy, less depressing life in which we get the things we want and like? Can't we select our happiness like we select our favourite flavor of ice cream?
Can't we sue people who hurt us unknowingly and then leave our life without apologizing? like what the fudge bro! don't we even deserve a sorry ?
And then people throw tantrums Potraying us as the villian , as if WE were the ones who made their lives miserable and we deserve to go to hell for that.
Some people are like childhood Just as we are about to realise how much they meant to us, they leave. Drifting away like autumn.except autumn comes back. Things go from "calling out for them at night" To "who are you??" And "from where are you??"
God took his time to make me vulnerable and sensitive I am one of those people who like to take 10000 o selfies and photos but won't ever post it, because i am too caught up on the old phrase "nazar lag jaati hai acchi cheezo ko".
I can't even chose what to eat if you keep my favourite dishes in front of me. And life is like: "okay!! Here's your two favourite people in the entire world, go ahead and choose ONE.
The biggest problem we face is the mindset adopted by our society.
We all have that certain friend we would choose above the rest of our friends
In a society, the opinions of people are like volcanoes. they force their way on us settle on our minds then they forms rocks and whatever geography they intend on our minds
Everyone like to talk Nobody likes to listen Everyone is like " just listen to me!!!. I had a bad day!, i had a good day!! And I am like "yep! just keep on talking all your life and one day you will need stitches to keep your mouth shut.
By the way, Lots of love from the middle of nowhere♥️
That's the thing about plagiarism, sometimes it's love.
What do you do when a chapter ends? Do you close the book and never read it again? Where do you go when your story's done? You can be who you were or who you'll become It's not over 'til it's all been said It's not over 'til your dying breath So what do you want them to say when you're gone? That you gave up or that you kept going on? ~so darling just hold on.