Often stuck in awakened nightmares, conforming to apprehend
the ‘ifs’ of the past thy crumbling to regrets and agony fetching something to
hold on to predominantly ignoring the existing reasons to not go through
hostile exile and annihilation of self-worth, self-respect, and self-confidence
the lump of sand deprives himself of the very need of the hour Faith. Even a
ray of early bright is enough to aggregate a forest, the source of life. And so
can’t a soul brighten up and stand adamant against all the unyielding and
self-destructing offerings from Satan?
Mediocrity of caging
our emotions is tampering the little angel residing inside the suppressed
consciousness asking it to compile and execute certain behavior often regarded
as ‘good manners’ to subdue pure emotions and pretend that all the broken
pieces are fine. Ambition, faith, optimism, dedication, and valor are just
words when spoken out but crucial when performed and not only is it challenging
but also a drape to the broken window planting a fake conspiracy towards your
sense of belief that all is marvelous for the time being even though it isn’t. When
going through the path of drudgery fearing of losing hope and guidance one
might even wreak havoc such as the flashpoint; but persevering to what is
coming by to accept and move on is what is needed. It’s okay to bluff a little,
fake a little, as always truthful to oneself is further self-harm. Regrets are
a part of life and trying to redo those if’s are not a piece of cake. Fear
veritably is one key to compressing one’s own obsession over evil doing. One
should be having cold feet when he doesn’t fear. You will be okay. You will
fly. So if you want to cry a little, cry… nevertheless, try a little harder and
die a little more to rise and fall again.
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