Historias de Empathise

the blind are not having sight, but they do have vision. how long will we oppress the blind? do you think they cant think, they have minds, they have visions, they have abilities, they are special, not because they cant see but because they can do.

This is a poetry that covers many aspects and instances of life .. It contains various parts. It is a story about a certain phase in my life, a time when I learnt more about life and love, values, true friends and family and well, atleast most of the secrets life has to reveal. This story will continously be updated.

Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it. Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them. Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting. But remember. You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else. Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives. Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me. In the end though, the choice will always be mine.