We hurt ourselves each day by not being who we are, showing people we're better, we're different! Doesn't help right! Or Does it?
Faking it when it isn't required, showing true us after they like fake you, makes it worst, doesn't it?
Rather than improving, we show off, rather than understanding the wrong we hide it behind our efforts, efforts to disguise others! The mood to talk makes us puppets of our heart, the mood not to makes our brain the ring master. And we remain under pressure after saying words we don't want to. And after committing something we want to back down, if we do, removes our image as the person we are in his/her/their eyes, we don't, it's injustice to both(all) of us.
Why can't a subtle mind say from inside that dude you need this, go for this word, Oh no stop! This ain't your genre, this ain't you bro, don't go far this line. How come can one know what he/she doing is gonna take us to which road? What way will it end? How far will we go?
Momentarily we do it, moment passes and we change. Happens with everyone, no one is an exception. But the changes hurt without letting us explain the circumstances. Consequences become unfavourable of what we wanted, may be favourable but tastes bitter. Lose of a loved one is probability, might lose potential 'the one', 'the group', 'the chance'
Happened many a times, will happen again cause life keeps it's obtuse nature inelastic. Our emotions vanish in no time these days, but heart keeps count of all those (mis)fortunes we let go, All decisions are somewhere in record book, may come back to haunt or may hit us hard, who knows what they let slip like sand, and what the remaining stones in palm turns out to be, who knows?
Faking it when it isn't required, showing true us after they like fake you, makes it worst, doesn't it?
Rather than improving, we show off, rather than understanding the wrong we hide it behind our efforts, efforts to disguise others! The mood to talk makes us puppets of our heart, the mood not to makes our brain the ring master. And we remain under pressure after saying words we don't want to. And after committing something we want to back down, if we do, removes our image as the person we are in his/her/their eyes, we don't, it's injustice to both(all) of us.
Why can't a subtle mind say from inside that dude you need this, go for this word, Oh no stop! This ain't your genre, this ain't you bro, don't go far this line. How come can one know what he/she doing is gonna take us to which road? What way will it end? How far will we go?
Momentarily we do it, moment passes and we change. Happens with everyone, no one is an exception. But the changes hurt without letting us explain the circumstances. Consequences become unfavourable of what we wanted, may be favourable but tastes bitter. Lose of a loved one is probability, might lose potential 'the one', 'the group', 'the chance'
Happened many a times, will happen again cause life keeps it's obtuse nature inelastic. Our emotions vanish in no time these days, but heart keeps count of all those (mis)fortunes we let go, All decisions are somewhere in record book, may come back to haunt or may hit us hard, who knows what they let slip like sand, and what the remaining stones in palm turns out to be, who knows?
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