How many of us are alive? I guess a lot. Being alive is not the same as living. Being alive simply means that you have the ability to wake up and breath throughout the day. I stopped living 3 months ago. Not on the day when my dad died, not a week after that but a month after that. We all think that we have the worst life. This feeling of our life being inferior is just the realization of reality. No one is truly sad, no one is happier than we are. Some people just look at that situation with a whole different view.
I was lost for 2 months, and was just alive. Lost the will to live. But them some of my closest friends supported me. I started writing and now with this I am happier than before. I am busy and have some motive to wake up again in the morning. A rainbow is never seen everywhere. We need to be in a specific spot to see the beauty of it. Similarly we can't have all negativity around us. There has to be some place where there's positivity.
1 year ago I never thought I would be doing Plastic engineering. 6 months ago I was not sure I would start writing once I start my college, and a week ago I hated my life. There's always something for us in the box of surprises. I admit being alive sucked. but we all need to be there atleast once in life, cause only then we can actually learn to move on. BUT CAN WE MOVE ON WITH SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
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Life is Random Shit
RandomJust a series of random experiences I wanted to share. This story won't be continuous one, some post can be related. Philosophical or not I think you will enjoy the posts as many of you can relate to them. Life of an ordinary person sharing some of...
