what happened in the past, happened. it occurred, and taught you what it taught you. some of it was good, some bad. but right now? it’s time to move on.
there’s so much more left to live then has already been lived. if you live your whole life trying to fix yesterday, you will never live for today. understand that it is important you thank your past for creating the beautiful person you are now. but don’t carry it with you. let the past be and embrace the current circumstances. get rid of old baggage, and make room for new experiences. always make sure you have space for tomorrow.
( or swipe 👈) As a kid, I used to count stars, under a bright night sky of our verandah. As I laid down to sleep with my grandpa, a ritual was passionately and mindlessly followed. It wasn't that I didn't know that I couldn't get that count on my tiny fingers, but I didn't care. So please stop wondering why do I keep trying, when I know, I'd fail, miserably.
There's a chemical imbalance, soulfully called love, which I've apparently fell into. But I don't care to sit down to finally make sense out of all this. But from the past few days, I'm in a lot of doubts. The thing is -- I was told that humans are selfish. And that it isn't a bad thing, because we all are. But now after all those years, suddenly I'm doubting that statement. Falling off a cliff, trying to save another soul, not backed up by a help, not even of yourself ---- is it a selfish thing? Then probably I've lost my mind. Why ain't I guilty about what I'm doing to myself? My body must hate me. My mind must feel disgusted of me. And my heart? Shameless. My eyes don't even know what it's searching and when a day ends, bringing in the night of disappointment--- it know nothing but to cry. And I've fell short of excuses for my tyranny. But how to stop? Maybe my ritual of counting stars for so long turned itself into a habit. The only thing that has changed is that now stars are transformed into a human.