chaotic and relentless would be the two perfect words to describe us , never did we learn to stop for a second and ponder upon our actions because we are always stuck in a chaotic mess called life from which we are relentlessly trying to run away. Often we stop for a second to breathe but never do we stop to retrospect the consequences of our actions , never do we stop to think twice about the affect our actions will have on others. Didn't live much but I have lived enough to know that we are sorrounded by people who will never love you the way you deserve to be loved or treat you the right away because it's always them you know at the end of the day, it's never you. It's just a big gigantic world full of people who will at a point or other will make you realise that that the only person whom we should love too much is ourselves or else it's just the same relentless cycle of getting hurt and hurting others.
Everyone here is trying to run away from something and towards something else and maybe while doing so we always lose the people who would have taught us that maybe for a while we can rest , that maybe for a while we can sit down and feel okay. I have read tons and tons write ups where the protagonist always tells us to be enough for ourselves and love ourselves but honey in the process of loving ourselves and being enough for ourselves we are supposed to be able have someone to celebrate our ups and downs with, maybe a friend , maybe a significant other or maybe family. All of us need someone to count on except ourselves because this world is cruel , more cruel than we will ever know so even if we are not taught how to stop running , how to stop our chaotic lives from being a tangled mess , maybe just maybe we can from time to time count on someone to run with us and not push them away from our cruel actions and just for a second rbefore making them the victim of our cruel actions restropect the consequence our actions will bring to them and maybe just maybe for a second we can let our guard down and laugh along with them at the chaotically beautiful thing called life
11:11: wish to be the one who runs along with you
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11:11 wishes of mine
Aléatoirethese chapters are just a culmination of some feeelings which will never be expressed but should have been because they say more than some people ever will ;
