Life is not that bad to lose the desire to live but sometimes the people closest to you give you so much pain that living becomes unbearable. So, you hide it even if it hurts, you lie regarding your emotions and when someone asks why didn't you tell about your feelings?
Her absence and mine existence has always bothered me when I was hit by the reality that I had a sister who existed before me and is no longer with us..
The concept of loosing people always made me wonder maybe we don't miss people, we miss the life we could had with them and now that concept has become just a story that I tell people when they talk about hurt. Even now I get sick of myself for being good but then I remembered the vow that I will never stop being a good person with a good heart...I just hope one day it stops leading me down to paths where I get destroyed over.
For me love is a drop of tear in a pool of blood. I always believed words as a powerful tool that can fix everything but forgot that our whole life is an experiment that's based on actions and experiences.
The mind is not a vessel to be filled with shallow actions that will only confuse your peaceful intentions. Remember what you have now was once among the things you only hoped for.
The world is full of sorrows , and untold stories, some are waiting for a right person to ask and some have buried it to their graves. But for the world your sorrow amounts nothing until it is getting benefitted from it. So if you have someone who listens to you and care for you then hold them because you mean the world to them
Pain, a sensation that stings you mentally and emotionally . Where you spend minutes , hours and days or even months in analysing the situation and trying to put pieces together, justifying what could have been done differently and eventually you loose a part of yourself in the process...
I thought I was getting better and yet here I am waiting for something that might never happen. It's harder to give up. You change because people changed. In the end we are all just humans drunk on the belief that love could heal our broken souls..
Happy or sad ? Seems easy to comprehend yet difficult to answer . The question is whether we are too happy to realize that we are sad or happiness is just a dumb luck that we are pretty much expecting , which lasts just for a second..
Sometimes you have to go through the tunnel in order to discover the horror lurking inside. You might discover something which will either surprise you or scar you for life but at the end we all have to go through it to be on the other side. It's entirely upto us, we can either embrace the horror or let the horror consume us.