A Sincere Advice.

Stand alone in the storms when they finally find your way. Don’t expect for a shelter offered by an umbrella besides your own. If a helping hand is brought forward be grateful, but if it isn’t, don’t blame the world for it. The world will not take upon itself another burden while it’s struggling to handle its own. No one is to be blamed for all your soakings in the rain. Let the thunder continue, and let the lightning fall, you either stand forth on your heels high, or you drench in the drowsy dark.

This way or the other, you’ll either walk out strong, by fighting your way through the winds, looking for your own umbrella, your own self, seeking your own help. Or, you will walk out proficient. Experienced and trained for the upcoming storms, prepared well beforehand for all the battles to be fought.

Either way you turn out, you will remain free from the favors of the people of this world. Those which they do not allow to go unnoticed.

Be strong, independent, and most of all believe in you.  You’ve walked through the storms before; you can walk through them again. All you need is just your strength and see how relieved you’ll feel. Burden-less, Blameless and free.

The Reluctance to give

We spend our lives expecting too much from too many people. Underestimating friendship, over estimating relationships. Caught up in the struggle of attaining greater meanings from simple sentences, other times standing oblivious to words that actually create a difference.

We blame others, blame events for mistakes that we ourselves chose to make. All the time, testing the fine line of our limitations, consciously aware of the consequences yet still when the ground hits us, “unexpected” is what we preferably consider the fall to be.

We fail to express ourselves in moments when emotion is all that could have created us. Digesting in all the questions the mind burst with, keeping the grieving tears inside when the heart wants to pour them out, portraying the equilibrium of our emotions when the inside breaks with every loss, every word into shards too subtle to be able to glue back again.

Unaware of how we simultaneously continue to waste the time of our lives sheltering our feelings from the world. We outgrow from guilt to show our self-control, resisting the tide of our sentiments to take over us. Reconciling ourselves each night, putting up makeup to hide the eyes that have had sleepless nights crying in the pillow, to show the indifference we feel towards the worldly disappointments and rejections received.

Likewise not just disposing the blessing of being able to feel certain emotions, we also drag in those who we love shutting them into the castle of our self-made illusion; empty and dark. Depriving them of the warmth they deserve to receive. For example, the fear for showing passion for those we love. When love itself is desperation, obsession with someone’s soul, than why do we restrain ourselves from delivering the affection with the fear of being categorized as desperate?

With so less to offer we demand others to give us more of them. Expecting them to co-operate when we ourselves have weakly grasped the strings that tie us altogether. Aspiring for more than one’s abilities with little or nothing at all to return, Is this how we commit justice? With our self and those connected?

Set free from the unwanted chains you have tied yourself with. Let that strong guard you have built around you drop. I do not ask much of you, but the world deserves a feedback of its interaction with you. Maybe it is not good enough to be expressed but then it’s never too bad to be kept inside. Let those you love, and those who love you permit a little piece of your mind, your heart and see how magical all will be. Life isn’t as hard as it seems to be, we’ve made it hard ourselves, the world isn’t cruel as long as we’re careful in choosing the people we relate too. Allow those who you do choose to see how you feel about them.  You yourself deserve to express what you feel and live a little openly, to be happy and to spread happiness. Just like that.