Battling through the complexities of otherwise mundane life…
“The Dyings have been too deep for me, and before I could raise my Heart from one, another has come.”
— Emily Dickinson
The melancholy this quote holds is enough to sprinkle some shaded oxford blue glitter on my open wounds — to embellish the house of personal miseries of broken blues. The past has been a movie with an ambiguous plot and I would not miss the chance to mention, “I think I’ve seen this film before but I didn’t like the ending!” — T swift
From childhood traumas to adulthood miseries, you’ve come a long way and the only thing that’s preventing you from embracing maturity is an unhinged lump of regret you’ve been carrying around for decades, without paying your mind to the factors that have been keeping up with your self pitying tantrums.
Did you ever ponder over your existence? Have you ever considered taking self affirmation? Have you ever written your routines in journals?
I bet never!
As soon as we enter the realms of adulthood, we neglect our primary fu*ked up emotions. We waste much of our self integrity in baseless rhetorics. We don’t even consider clearing the air before blowing a narrative out of proportion. We never challenge the unexpected because we have been putting up with the demons inside us. Ohh! stop looking up grinning like a devil and listen;
When I was a little kid, I often used to spare my time for Powerpuff Girls and Teen Titans. Never in my wildest dreams would I had ever imagined the labyrinthine complexities of life and how life would revolve around plans and equilibrium. Despising the fabric quality of life, I can complain the thrill it brings into an adult’s life is undeniably overrated. I’m going feral over the fact that a colonized teenage’s life is under the control of capitalist parents who don’t make their kids self-sufficient. Why bringing them to life if you cannot even afford ferrero rochers. Duhh!
The life is a stellar constellation of disappointments and recollecting past traumas is yet another squeeze. You are not the only one who has been misguided to live life to it’s fullest in 20s. I swear you’ll regret this in your mid twenties and as soon as you hit the 30s those very same people who wanted you to enjoy your life would be asking you to had some thought process while going through the crucial 20s (math is not mathing). Yeah, we’re happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time!
While you are going through the toughest phase of your life you every so often encounter mumbled thoughts that sway away in the blink of an eye. So why not catch them forever and harvest them for future strawberries & lemons? If I were asked to build a castle before I could hit my 40s, I would have had every brick planned before my college. Life is a classroom honey, you have to prepare every assignment before due date. But I hate to submit everything on time — an exception for backbenchers.
So take a dairy and write every moment. Plan your life beforehand and see if you’re making any progress. Little by little one walks far!
