The brutal truth is that no one is coming to save you. If you don't find in you the will to fight, you will end up becoming just another case. Everyone else is busy saving themselves. Your father, your brother, your friends, your partner. No one can ever measure how scarily vulnerable you are. How one careless word from them can ruin you catastrophically. At the maximum, they can do their best from their comfort space. But no one's ever risking their sanity for you. People give up. They begin to wish you death so that your suffering stops. So come out of that illusion, believe no fairy tale, and accept the reality. Be brave. That's the only option you have got.

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Trust me, if you knew how uncertain and short this life is, you wouldn't have wasted a second doubting yourself and your dreams. You would've loved honestly, expressed magnificently and lived with a beautiful grace. More than cheap thrills, you would have looked for your real purpose. You would've been so brave that you would've faced any storm with open arms and embraced the destruction with love. If there comes a tomorrow and I am not around, and you happened to cross my path at least once, you don't even have to remember my name or face, just remember these words of mine: A life spent trying to imitate the "pretty" on the screen is a life wasted. Find your own meanings of rest, happiness and success. Define yourself and recognise your worth, otherwise the world will do it for you with their average scales.

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It isn't just any skill. It actually asks a lot more from you than just the will—the art of remaining small and thus, eager to learn from all. You have to become ordinary. A forever student of life. You have to let go of any idea that you hold of yourself. You have to become nothing in your eyes while you carry your dignity and self-respect intact. You have to recognise the YOU in your nothingness, and continue to be curious and collect lessons from everywhere - people, trees, birds, everything life and non-life.

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I will whisper a prayer,
Become a magician.
Turn the ocean between us
Into a meadow in full blossom.
Run to me,
I will take a step towards you.
Find me where I am seen by none—
Tonight, I will let you save me.

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Not the number of years. The depth of eagerness. I may have known you for years but what really makes a room for you in my heart is the number of times we had conversations that meant something, or the times we tried to understand each other's world, or the little gestures of love and kindness that we showed to each other. I don't value loud confessions with little to no curiosity. Quiet moments of effort and understanding are enough to build bridges between hearts that are foreign to each other. I don't forget the kindness shown but togetherness in my corner of the world is a spiritual affair.

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It's a beautiful morning to remember God, to come back to yourself, to be kind, to smile at a stranger, to help someone in need with grace, to connect with nature, to let your people know how their presence keeps you calm and dreaming, to choose what you really want, to believe that good things are coming your way.

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