Tainted Teardrops Crying For Names...
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The story of every teardrop is same; it all starts when we remember
someone or something close to our heart, regardless of their distance, both
physically and mentally. We may cry for the moments, or we cry for the
completeness which was brought by them or that. When we shed tears, every drop
cries their name(s).
But sometimes our life becomes a broken jigsaw puzzle with many pieces.
As harry potter movies goes it’s like the Horcrux. They became part of our
life. And no matter what we try to do to forget them we simply cant. It always
comes back haunting us. When we shed tears its not always for any one person or
thing, it maybe for all, all who have hurt us, broke us into pieces.
Why we get broken? Because we trust them, and let them do it. When we
give someone authority to break us, they do the exact same thing. We expect
them to hold our trust but sometimes by fate, they cant. Then we get hurt. The only
visible solution is to stop expecting and then again it could lead us to become
zombies, unfit for the society.
So this society breaks us and then expects us to dance in joy and act
normal when it’s too difficult. No one has any time to listen and the one who
has will charge $100 / per hour. The main problem with today’s world is that
people have no time to actually listen to you. Ya anyone can think that in today’s
utterly interconnected social networks which are so deeply embossed in our life
can be a way but as we humans tends to always abuse things, these so called
social platforms became the place of criminal activities and dating places.
So you see it’s of no use. Then what we can do to make ourselves less vulnerable?
The answer is we can’t. It’s just we should always go with the time, we should
not try to forget things because the more we do we remember the things. We should
start new activities and always should have the hunger for more and fresh. It’s
never late to start from the grounds. It’s never late for another round. We should
always give chances to others. There is a scarcity of people who gives chances
to others. If we don’t give chances we can’t be sure of the things they are
about to offer.
Mean people will always try to hold you back, as the same things are
done by the old. We should not forget the old as it can give us the experience
and the power of fault tolerance for the future but then again we should not
let it hold us back, we should always look forward for new.
Yes, sure we don’t know what new things will give us, more pain or a
little happiness but what’s the stake here anyways? Another failure? Then look
it this way that it can be another pillar for your future success. Or maybe
another experience for your future life, another teaching, which will give you the
ability to differentiate between bad & worst.
Ya when we cry, we cry blood, our teardrops get tainted and no one ever
values them. No matter how close they are, they could never feel your sorrow,
because they are not there when you are getting hurt for no reason, unless they
come to your shoes they will never learn about the agony of yours, they always
will give you sympathy and sometimes a little help, which ultimately of no use.
Positivity is the only way, though being a fully negative person I don’t
hold any expectations now to others. I am learning to control myself. I should
control myself because without the proper barrier others will use me as the
river to wash their dirty hands. I hate to be used. People call me rude. But I made
it. I don’t use anyone, I don’t let anyone use me. If To standup for a cause is
a rude thing, then I am very rude.
I don’t oil people so no one comes to oil me and that’s why maybe I am
lonely. They say I can’t mix with all. Yes I can’t. Because I don’t need to. I don’t
need more bad people in my life so I shortlist at first, but still I can’t
escape the fate, which is literally full of shit, so I get shitty people, but luckily
either they leave me or I leave them. I move forward. Ya I remember some people
who were close to me, probably made a place in my heart. Maybe till now you
have started asking yourself that how much square foot of place this brat has
in his heart, should start making apartments there, ha ha ha ha sorry guys but
the land is private property here, no trespassing. Ha ha. Only allowed people
are invited and then kicked off from this land. It’s like a hard disk. No matter
how you format partition and repartition, some amount of old data still resides
in there. Isn’t it?
Think about it….
bye
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