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.
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.
