“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”
In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde
Was it because I stood up to the man in the mirror,
I though it get better from there.
Was it because I stop listening to the voices,
it was unfriendly.
Was it because I started smiling,
sadness is a chore.
Tell me why, I deserve to know
or do you just miss sipping from the cup of broken me?
Why take it away?
Now Piper does of babel,
and you fucking ibis’s take note!
I don’t want to be described as strong or virtuous or any adjective that more or less describes the subtle art of perfecting suffering.
I always thought I didn’t have an addictive trait or personality; boy, did I underestimate the incessant need to forget.
Doing the right thing is a decision, which in many cases means you stand alone.
Ever went in so deep,
and fell so fast?
Then I took my leave,
I waited outside
now they all have questions in their gaze
I took it, and it was right!
The thrill of making a decision,
a decision they will never know about.
If I know one thing, is I cannot just be a peach.
Something gotta ease my mind.
I know my weakness but i have an armor now.
“Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.”
― Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
Say what you wish, but i am yet to meet a human who does not feel some time of emotion once remarked.
Hell, there is a whole industry that banks on the continuous feelings that people get from remarks. Our ever-loving—soul sucking—but still worth-it social media platform.
Even our very own wordpress blog strives on remarks, hence the need to get more follower, likes, comment etc.
Am writing this now only because the realization just dawned on me. For a very long time I was one of those who vehemently believed I didn’t care what anyone remarks was about me until I began consciously writing and increasing my social media presence. Every like’s and comment i got was like an imaginary tap on my back telling me “you have done good”, which is ridiculous but very true.
P.S Ever tried letting out a quick scream while driving? you should….very therapeutic!
Alright, took me a while, but I have come to the conclusion that we are indeed in control of our happiness, but it takes maximum effort and dedication. A dedication that I am currently struggling with but nevertheless striving towards!
‘Happiness is free’ everyone says, but it’s so hard to garner the strength when there are several thought going through your head….but I cannot stress how important it is to push on and eventually make yourself happy, cause no else would do that for you as every one have their own problems to deal with.
P.S I am thinking of picking up photography🤔…….especially nature types, more people gotta appreciation our fine earth!✌️
I know you found me
I know you love me
And as the seasons cultivates patients,
If you are not done working
am not done waiting
and while am waiting
am not waiting
As heaven lives in me
I haven’t understood a bar of music in my life, but I have felt it.
I will tell you what works for me when everything just seems overwhelming.
The powers of music is so underrated until you actually feel the effect on a deeper level. I can firmly say it surpasses the effect of meditation. Close your eyes, make it loud and just listen. Just flow into its rhythms and let it sip into your soul after which you come out restored.
Its almost like a warning sign for me. Once I start feeling the need to listen to slow, almost sad, reflective music I know i need to take a deep breath and regroup before it dives into a depressive state. So, I do just that!, I let go, close my eyes, have the volume up and just listen to the likes of Mumford and Sons, Bon Iver, Andrew Belle, Sleeping at last etc. It takes a while, but after that I find the extra strength to dot my l’s
If you haven’t tried it, you should!