I’m learning that some of the world is because of me. I’m an element that formed just like others. I’m accepting that there is a whole lot going in others’ lives too. Looking at the world like a genius philosopher will drain me out. Sitting on the bed for years depressed as a crow will be for my own failure. Not letting myself see beyond my veil is a true sin. Why? when? who? where? is only gonna land me with higher dosage of sertraline or lithium.. Hating others will make me ill. Insomnia if untreated and if I’m unwilling to sleep will make me suffer not the world. Always being frustated is hurting me which means It needs to stop. Living a fairytale of love a love that didn’t love me didn’t want me will make me much much more ill than I can think. Setting standards for myself saying ‘society wants me to ‘ is unfair I know I can choose different so many have chosen different… we were born to live..
Crying over and over will fade my eyes out. I can’t always be in a haze of this cloud. If I talk and write over and over about the world it will give me something to think and thinking is all it takes to make us blind. I have also realised that faking happiness can make it look real and it takes only some time till it turns reality. World is drifting towards depression. Every hour somebody ends their life. If there is a possibility, take yourself out!
When we’re writing of the world I’m imagining chaos and wars and our personal demons.. there ARE people who we’re giving a blind eye to they’re actually trying keeping all their guts up even after all the dark that surrounds them and these people are many. They don’t care about the dark they only know their own light. During independence in many countries the warriors were locked and fed no food they did not forget what they needed to do they just knew they had to get away to the light. God knows they developed serious mental health conditions living low life. I have seen colors in life ! Actual ones ! And I promise there is color out there. There was a rush of wisdom that I couldn’t let go without having it shared here. Iam SORRY.
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Thank you.
I agree.
Still hurts.
But thank you for this.
Welcome bluerosewhy. I wish you well.
This was Amazing & Beautiful to read
& “Sorry” makes no sense to me cause I am only thankful you shared it
& a thousand times more thankful that this “rush” came to you
I love You
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now so as not to interrupt this valuable moment of clarity
I won’t say anything more than that
tc
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🙂
Farahlajeen 🙂
“we were born to live..”
We were born alive. We have no choice but TO live, until that life is extinguished, but being born to live, as in to specifically fulfill a purpose. . . I dont know. If you find a purpose, you can live for it. If not, it’s only a waiting game.
Yes that IS. but here I have shown a different meaning than what we have always talked about. We were born to live… if there are possibilities of making this life livable not just livable but living every bit of it. Live as in.. forgetting all the worries every single one of them. Living is a beautiful experience. I wanna live without a purpose uselessly.. just L I V E. I know I must sound idk..crazy?
You’re a beautiful person, Forevertorn. I do hope you know that and I want to thank you as well for sharing your thoughts.
I especially agree when you say that hating others will make you ill. Hatred and anger towards others will only cause the person who feels those emotions to suffer. Forgiveness is difficult, I struggle as well.
Best wishes.
Hiohneh and so are you. I know that too. Thanks. Working upon it will wash away all the dirt of anger so we don’t get hurt by it.. it consist of knowing what feeds angry reaction in us and it’s yes hard to forgive but what if we don’t even take that shit into us.. we won’t have to forgive because we didn’t take it. A better way that I’m trying to look at it.