Project 3 x 10 - Day 10: Untitled.

Long story short, we live among a bunch of quasi-perfect beings who don't seem to get tired putting on the charade of being considerate for you. This is beyond sickening.

But what about the society, man!?

Society? Fuck society. If this intricate web of fake relations and bogus emotions is all that it's about, then one is better off without 'The Society'.
All that one could ever wish for, is someone who'd be there for them at times. And not just the good ones. Someone who'd long for the slightest smile, no matter how bleak the night is. Someone who'd stand beside them even after the hardest fall.

But what would other people think about it!?

Other people? I've seen bridges getting burnt and ships getting sunk. And these other people brilliantly played as spectators, applauding with every single shreik, of dreams tore apart, of hopes broken down.
One day in life, you have to realize that you just can't please everyone. No matter what. So you pack your stuff up, and go on with whatever there is coming your way, not give a damn to what the melodramatic beings might judge you upon and start making decisions that actually mean to you. That is what it's all about.
No I couldn't think of an appropriate caption that might go with all this gibberish, because guess what? You're going to judge me and every single word that comes out of ne anyway. Aren't you? So why bother?

If for once, everybody did what makes others happy, the world will be such a better place. Trust me.

Knock me down.

One moment, you think you have every single thing you EVER wanted.
And the next moment, it's all gone.
It's annoying how such a little thing can change everything in a glimpse. The moment that drains out even the last drop of ecstasy you were left with. And then blows it away. A worthless piece of shit it makes you feel like.
I wish, I was never, ever, born. The same chant reverberating in your mind again and again. The geyser of emotions building up with every moment, looking for that single crack to let it all out from. The weight of worthlessness, of the consciousness of the fact that your existence might even be a mere joke to someone, crushing your shoulders. The end point, where the turbulence inside is freed from the hypothetical boundary of patience; and would make way for a calm and soothing waves of emotions. And you, you just hang in there somehow. You just levitate between the two distinct states of emotional imbalance; of letting it be, or letting it all out.
But then again, it's not about making a choice. It's about realizing that no one, absolutely no one has the right to raise a finger and point out who you are and who you should be. If you are familiar with your real self and your worth, then there's no existing force to break you down.
After all, life is all about waking up in the morning, looking at the mirror, and finding yourself face to face with the person you're most familiar with. About smiling because you know that person's competence, and that he means something, to someone.
Believe me.

True colors

Disguise. How about you get real. Because you might fake the whole world. But how on earth could you lie to yourself. Is it really necessary? To be accepted by those who donot appreciate you for your real self. Is it so hard to live without fabricating yourself, in odd ways? Collapsing outside in, until it gets so humid that its impossible to even breath anymore.
This world isn't really a nice place after all. But that doesnt mean you should shape yourselves the way this world wants to see you. You are the one who'll be living your life, not others. Trying too hard to be a part of something, you'll probably end up loosing what you're already a part of. Putting on mask above masks, until you get to the tipping point. You suffocate.
Open up. Live your life 'cause you're probably not getting a second chance. Let the world see who the real person underneath your camouflage of pigments is. And if they do not accept you the way you are, they don't deserve you. Believe me.