Some may say you are a weaker soul. But believe me accepting the same reality in pieces is better than facing it all at once. May be it's just a illusion however for a split moment you are more positive, hopeful and joyous individual. You willingly want to explore that part of reality you may run away from.
Afterall you know once you make some changes you can make it right and the most beautiful part is you have already seen it.
Yes. Being a mother is a blessing. However if you don't want to be one or can't be one, won't imply that you are cursed. It's not just a trend to be followed but instead a huge responsibility towards a new life of your unborn and you. So stop looking at it like it's a next step. Think about it rationally. Be prepared physically, mentally and financially, there will be a life dependent on you.
Do we actually lose ourselves when we do certain things for others and feel content in it? Isn't it more like defining your identity in multifold manner? So maybe the problem doesn't lie in creating your own identity but in not knowing what you want as a person or what makes you happy. If at the end of the day your happiness is in Making others happy and neglecting your personal interests. So be it. Be responsible for your own happiness. Creating your personal identity is a choice not a necessity. Sometimes being a background player allows you to experiment with many things.
Expectations are good when other person can fulfill it easily or with some efforts But once it starts becoming the burden it's not just you who gets implicated
As far as I have seen myself I was always in love with the rain Earlier I never used to care that I may fall ill if get soaked I used to follow my heart and do what I feel Nowadays I worry more about the consequences I don't go on acting at my own with no bounds That doesn't mean I am entirely a different person
I am still in love with the rain Its just that I enjoy its view and the feel From my window More like looking from afar There are no more visible encounters But it lingers in my thoughts
Sweetness in the beginning Than bitterness at the end Whether we choose to resume where we left off or find another beginning It's our choice at the end
I took great efforts in collecting pieces to place them together now when everything is in the place And I can take a look at the final picture I am hesitating I am not ready complete it yet