Tag: growing up

  • Burden of truth

    Covering up for the bitter factual pieces. Not owing up the blunders made. Convinced with a storyline. Making that the published truth. Once, twice, thrice and multiple times over. Now the subconcious accepts it as fact of life. Made for others but almost internalized, imbibed and one with the self. The lies sprinkled with misinformation. The concorted truth. Grey. When the lies we tell ourselves becomes our reality.

    What we don’t see

    A melancholic heaviness lingers. Sorrow burried deep. Desolation which occupies a millionth of the heart and mind. Gloom which is permanent but fleeting in mind space. Cheerlessness which is forever. Misery to accompany through rest of life.

    A cocktail of sadness, hope, glee. Tearing up amidst laughter; smiling through moist eyes. A dose of truth, honesty and sincerity – first with oneself. Admission of the same may help ease the pain. Choosing to live with hope, love and forgiveness.

  • Mending your own garden

    Adulting can be tough. Brutal. Almost like a mortal combat with oneself. Both in the mind and body. And yet it’s exponential growth, by leaps and bounds.

    To pick up life essential skills like cooking, managing a household and keeping a living being alive is no means feat. On surface it’s burnt fingers, uncooked food and messy room.

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    But underneath is victory, raw and fulfilling. Just like mending your own garden to find the flowers blooming. Right back at you.