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Losing you or losing myself were no different.

The difference was you went to another world with no regret

I suffered here without you, I suffered here in silence with your memories,

My world was all black after you and just the tears and my broken heart it carries,

My heart turns cold every time it beats thinking about you,

But you wouldn’t know a thing, how would you even have a clue,

I am running alone trying to chase the shadows,

I am dying within knowing you’re gone but not the heart nor the brain seems to follow,

Let me hold you in my arms when you open your eyes,

Just for that one moment, everyday, thousand deaths this heart would die,

Those tiny lil hands, let me take them in my hands,

I will live my lifetime in that one touch nothing more this heart demands!

– M

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I took the road less travelled so I could see my steps graving into the path,

I recited my words again and again so I could hear if they were healing or not,

Bearing the burden on these shoulders I still held my head high,

For at nights, I heard the silence of the dark and I heard the wolves cry,

I gathered all my strength and I gathered all my dreams,

Then I closed my eyes and went to sleep,

The journey I started is not ending soon and it’s not just for today,

I am going to walk until I have a reason to turn back is all I can say!!

Cheers!

-M

The deepest fears reside within us, within our hearts and even in our minds.

As soon as we are born, the fear is born within us. But as we grow up, we learn to tackle different kind of fears.

Our parents, family and the society teach us and show us what different kind of fears reside in this world around us, in our society.

A part of me thinks that, if you don’t know about something then its natural that you would not fear that but as soon as you know, it starts to bring doubt and scare you.

But i also think that if we are aware of certain things or fears then we can work on dealing with them.

The only good thing about fears is that it makes you ‘Vulnerable’.

In this world, people think that being vulnerable is the sign of weakness, sign of loss, its not something to be proud of. They hide their emotions of being hurt with anger and pride.

But i feel that being vulnerable is the only thing that makes you human, that tells you that you have a heart and soul that feels and gets hurt.

There is nothing wrong with getting hurt or feeling vulnerable. There is nothing wrong in being on the loosing end, being not a winner, being somebody who is not perfect and being somebody who cries when they are hurt.

What is so shameful about being vulnerable?

 

Is it bad if you are capable of getting hurt because you have a heart that feels? No, it is not.

You can only be vulnerable if you are strong enough emotionally to handle pain and despair.

Vulnerability is the sign of strength, not physical but emotional and mental strength.

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Feel free to feel the best of the joys and worst of the fears,
For they might break you for a while but they will build you better for real!!

Be thankful that you are one of those beautiful people who can feel the real things like love, hurt, happiness and failure. Because most of the world is living under the umbrella to shirk off all the humanly things and with their fake shallow masks.

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There was a man once, who lived for the world and never cared for himself.

All his life, he tried doing the best for people around him, his family or friends. Then he got married and he loved his wife with all his heart and soul.

And then they had 3 beautiful children, 2 girls and a boy.

Father was there for all of them, to mother he was the perfect husband and to kids he would be the father as well as the mother. And he would do more for them then the mother would do. He would find a different kind of peace and satisfaction in it and never complained anything about it.

One of the little tales from childhood goes like this:

So his two girls were like, elder one must be around 10 yrs old and the younger was 6 yrs.

Since he wanted his kids to be ahead in every field so he enrolled the girls into dancing lessons.

Every day after school, he would come from work and drop his girls off to the dancing lessons and then pick them up again after the classes.

Day after day, as they ;earned to dance, the two little ones got into a new habit.

Every time they would walk in the house they would just walk dancing. And not just walk,, soon they were in the habit of dancing even while standing.

And the father would call them to talk to them and they would just stand their and do their own little dance or would just practice some sort of steps.

He would yell at them and ask them to at least stand straight but they still would not because it was like their could not control their dancing and it was just coming out on its own.

Its hilarious when they think about it now.

Everything is gone, the dance, the laughter and their old man but all they have is some of these memories in the heart.

On a shelf, there is a chest she says where she has kept all of his memories safe and every once in a while she goes inside her heart, opens that chest and go through all of them to get a feeling of her old man, her father, her world.

His little girls are woman now, once his princess’s are now in a world without him.

They live every day remembering him, thinking what he would do, say or suggest them on how to get through the roughness of the world.

Thank you PAPA for making us What we ARE Today!

From,

The lil One