Moody mystic

Just noticed you've given my story a chance. So I'm dropping by to let you know that I truly appreciate it and hope you'll find my work worth-it. Feedback and comments are more than welcome. Once again, thank you so much for making my day better <3 

Tell me a more attractive personality trait than humour. I'll wait.

I've observed that people argue about out of numerous problems which one is more important and say that everybody should focus on solving the certain problem that they think is the biggest rather than doing anything about any other problem. It makes me wonder if it is that hard to understand that different people have different opinions, different thoughts and different passions. Different people prioritize different problems. 
          
          A few months back, I was in a discussion with a man about transgenders, gender equality, feminism etc. The idea I put forward was that normalizing things while shouting that I'm normalizing it isn't going to serve the purpose. People would respect a transgender more and are more likely to accept them if they do deeds that are essential like hunger, animal cruelty than if they keep ranting that 'I'm a transwomen. You'll should accept us and respect us the same way you respect a man or woman.' The man said "I have a friend of mine who is a very active feminist. I once asked her there are many problems out there, why feminism? She replied, 'I have chosen my battle. You may choose yours.' And from there I got the idea that there are different people fighting different battles in different manners. That's why no person shall try to tell anybody else which battle to fight  and how to fight."
          
          - Mystic ♡

Give this a shot.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/330455166-the-placebo-effect

Your poems are just awesome believe me or not ...

Today I just opened my Wattpad profile and noticed that I'm having two books with literally ZERO votes and one book with around 200 votes (not that I'm complaining). After this realisation, a sudden wave of pride swept over me, like at such tender age I don't need to rely upon such silly thing to be happy. I'm living my life and I'm loving it. Maybe no one will be there to read this but still I'm happy to express what I felt. If anyone is still reading this then I hope I didn't wasted your precious time. 
          
          Lots of love to everyone out there (doesn't matter if you read it or not). 
          
          -- Moody Mystic ♡ ♡

New book is up!!!!
          
          It's all about a Sikh revolutionary who gave his
          life for our country, to make our country the ideal
          territory. Although it's been 75 years since we got
          independence, but his goal is yet left to achieve.
          Peep in to know more. 
          
          Link
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/279535107-the-revolutionary-teenager

a small token of kindness (8th August 2021)
          
          when the sun rises above the seas- lost a bit within the clouds and a bit in sleep- the sky takes it for itself. it bears its crown like a drop of blood on a fingertip, preciously and protectively. 
          
          then the clouds, no matter their age and symmetry, are in synchrony with the paler and the deeper shades of poetry etched in the fine crooks of the sky. which they fill. with a little blood of theirs. 
          
          finally, the universe- oh, the hopes it shields. 
          
          it has a firm grasp upon the planets and the larger bodies- like the ocean floor that the earth has laid down upon itself like a blanket- while the stars and the comets, it leaves to the space- to the air, to the motionless- to swim. 
          perhaps this is the sweeter side of death- an illusion of the forgetfulness of one's self in itself. 
          
          there is a universe flowing through the darkness of your veins. anachronistic and bold- you will find a home for the dried chokes of your throat and the salted drops of the bygone. there is a place for the sophisticated waves of your ocean and for the rageful desert where you are senselessly burning. 
          
          you and the universe are the sanest paradoxes- alive but dead. 
          
          do not let the crowd deceive you. stay awake in your own place and keep away from visiting others'. those who have the ability to accept and adhere will step in at the right moments, but in the meantime, you are desired to stay put, in your own home. 
          
          for, God forbid, if you walk away further than required- for that is what the humankind aims for- you may forget the way or even worse, the scent of your home. 
           #adropofhumanity 

A big shoutout to @Iv_Roo ; the author of amazing story like THE BIG UNEASY
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/271402462?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=Moody_mystic&wp_originator=bnzVFUMLvRnQqZdOC2bGDqINJCwPBRiyW%2FPtzF5AieyNrLupgg9%2BHsFEEve3IK2ISqRlD6ltkck2cwki0bJNwqo%2B0fB6mVAFpzCtGHX84LwX2q%2FHpF2bCTmnBkhpQJiw

a small token of kindness (28th July 2021) 
          
          the moon along with its faithful shadows serves the night any form deemed appreciable. and it does so in a variety of shapes- as though it is the sea of the sky- and its shapes the waves of water. 
          a day you shall remember it running wild from one end of the canvas to another and the next, you will find it congest itself all together as if the night had warned it from further exploration of the land. 
          by the same token, the sun explores its vicinity and in accordance with the highs and the lows, adapts itself to the moods. 
          they together, despite changing round the clock, have not complete knowledge of each of their phases. 
          just as much as you and i. 
          this world is strange- like a forgotten land of glory- and all of the dwellers strangers- the tales of fervent shades; sometimes numb like the shore of the ocean that barely tingles your toes and other times archaic like the wrinkles of the sky that appear ageless. 
          in this state of peculiarity, you are sporadically an absence. you may be present undoubtedly but you are also not. 
          
          what needs must is the determination to rise and dive both within the strangeness of this space and your own self. 
          inorder to survive a maze, you must memorize all of its possibilities. 
          and you too are no less. 
          you need to work upon who you are in such a manner that the earth finds you irreproachable; a symbolic companion for its odd surface. 
          
          and in order to escape this bizarre and queer journey, like the sun and the moon, you too must embrace all your phases- like the one of tragic hope and the missed fairy-tale or the one of hidden song of a memory and the shadow of the mystical that you had kept away. 
          
          you must memorize yourself, therefore, in all forms, before the world plants you away as nothing but an old mortal; a thing of fragmentary bones.