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To be completely honest I wasn't going to post this week. I didn't have any decent idea for a post though Rohit and I discussed it thoroughly. I then decided I'd share a bit of lyrics to a song I love called Breathe
Breathe... just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe
That part of the song is the relevant bit to this week's topic. That's not what I mean to say though. I shall stray away from the topic, and I apologize for that. Here's the part of the song that gets to me:
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
It's just that those words are becoming truer everyday to me. That's why I have trouble writing on my blog here, or sharing things. It feels as if you're see-through. Letting people in like that. The real you. The thoughts in your head. My words would scream for compassion, sympathy, love, care, attention and comfort. I can't ask for any of that out loud. I don't want to. No scratch that. I can't actually.
So what do you do?
You take a deep breath.
Watch life moving on.
Learn that you have to keep calm, move on and struggle to live. That's what people do. They get by. I get by, too.
4 comments:
Just take one step.
One step leads to another
and slowly to another.
Then just like a very small child the journey will begin.
@Grannymar Yes, exactly. Thank you. :)
The mistake Noor is in thinking that I am breathing. That implies that I am living. If I shift the focus and say that my life is being lived and I am just witnessing it, all confusion disappears.
yes, we just get by.
I'm not sure, but I guess that there's actually something in your chest that you need to get out. Your latest posts speak of it ..
Writing helps, but it usually leaves one undone, in a weird sort.
What I can suggest is, try to meet someone new; someone who's older than you, and who might have the sort of experience that would contain your worries. Away from the online world ..
I have tried it myself, and believe me, it worked :)
Stay safe,
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