Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath and let yourself rest. It's okay to let the tears stream down your face. It's okay to let out those words your heart has been keeping in for months. You don't need to carry it all at once. Free yourself from the bondage of doubt and self-destruction. You're not weak because you're crying, you're weak if you're not even trying. It may look like you're stuck but look back and you'll see how you're acing the track. Healing doesn't look like smiling, laughing, and being productive all along. Healing sometimes looks like smiling and breaking down when a stream of melancholic memory came flashing before your eyes. Shaking during a battle doesn't mean you're not winning. Smiling to your opponent doesn't mean you're losing. Being fragile under the pressure and heat doesn't mean you're breaking. You don't have to be hard on yourself, beating your soul for stepping on the wrong lane, cursing your heart for feeling insane - nobody's perfect, you'll be alright, I promise.
The flowers are still blooming, trees are still dancing, birds are still singing, the sun still shining, you are still breathing. Life isn't bad after all. It's not perfect but it's the definition of flawed but majestic. Pretty problematic, perfectly imperfect - a balance of yin and yang. I hope you realize the beauty of being alive now that you're still young. Time is continues and you can never go back, unless you close your eyes and dwell in a dream - face the world with a smile on your face because you belong and you know you're strong. Nothing's permanent, so smile the pain away, He'll never leave you astray. Nothing will last, worry no more 'coz this too shall pass.
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Non-FictionIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of poetic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
