Sometimes we wonder if life is fair, if what the heart yearns for so dearly is worth the endless turmoil that fate infuses into our lives. The puzzling state of our continous pain and angst just cements the fact that life is indeed unjust. I mean look at how many people have it so easy and yet those that search for something more meaningful and deeper only end up at the losing end. Why do things have such a demeaning nature?
Moments flash by our eyes and we realize that the trivialities in nature that we so readily scorn upon are the exact things that so many of us at this tender age desperately seek…. Why though? Why should we subject ourselves to such low standards? Don’t we deserve more self-worth? I mean ladies ask yourselves…. How much longer are flowers and chocolates going to be sufficient to your emotions? How much more would sweet nothings said with absolutely no basis in true emotion be the words your heart craves for?
Why do we subject ourselves to the cruel justification of society? We allow our every move to be dictated and subjected to their criticism and monitoring. And yet when time calls most importantly, its this exact society that deserts you… I have lived a life that confined me to how society perceived life should be. I aided and cruelly subjugated emotions and tailored my feelings and dreams in order to be accepted by life and norms only to end up hurt disappointed and dismayed…
It isn’t worth it. There is absolutely no point of moping and crying a bucket of tears for those who not only perceive you wrongly but also misinterpret your actions and thoughts. I live for myself and I should live for those souls that so dearly surround me in times of grief and times of sorrow. Live for the lives that bestow so much affection, undivided attention and undying and unwavering faith… For these are the souls that will remain by your side through days of joy or turmoil, these are the entities that will grasp your fingers and lead and guide you through the thickest brushes and hardest forests. This firm grip will be the one that picks you up every time you fall and brush away your tears… It will be these tender fingers that will trace a smile upon your face and point you in the right direction. It will be these strong shoulders that you will be able to lean against and cry your soul out and the tips of these gentle creatures will caress your problems away blanketing you in eternal comfort and security…….
Thank you friends and most importantly family ( the souls that live for us…..)
Moments flash by our eyes and we realize that the trivialities in nature that we so readily scorn upon are the exact things that so many of us at this tender age desperately seek…. Why though? Why should we subject ourselves to such low standards? Don’t we deserve more self-worth? I mean ladies ask yourselves…. How much longer are flowers and chocolates going to be sufficient to your emotions? How much more would sweet nothings said with absolutely no basis in true emotion be the words your heart craves for?
Why do we subject ourselves to the cruel justification of society? We allow our every move to be dictated and subjected to their criticism and monitoring. And yet when time calls most importantly, its this exact society that deserts you… I have lived a life that confined me to how society perceived life should be. I aided and cruelly subjugated emotions and tailored my feelings and dreams in order to be accepted by life and norms only to end up hurt disappointed and dismayed…
It isn’t worth it. There is absolutely no point of moping and crying a bucket of tears for those who not only perceive you wrongly but also misinterpret your actions and thoughts. I live for myself and I should live for those souls that so dearly surround me in times of grief and times of sorrow. Live for the lives that bestow so much affection, undivided attention and undying and unwavering faith… For these are the souls that will remain by your side through days of joy or turmoil, these are the entities that will grasp your fingers and lead and guide you through the thickest brushes and hardest forests. This firm grip will be the one that picks you up every time you fall and brush away your tears… It will be these tender fingers that will trace a smile upon your face and point you in the right direction. It will be these strong shoulders that you will be able to lean against and cry your soul out and the tips of these gentle creatures will caress your problems away blanketing you in eternal comfort and security…….
Thank you friends and most importantly family ( the souls that live for us…..)
