On That Wide Endless Highway,

On that wide endless highway,

and barren, unknown land,

a tattered, bruised, broken soul,

Offered me his hand.

For once, I thought I am the savior,

to take him away to a sea,

But whoever he was waiting for,

I realised it wasn't me.

Sometimes we are just carriers,

to fetch and drop people off,

So when we learn we were used,

I believe, there's nothing to hate or scoff.

Second that🙌🙌🙌

It sounds ironic, but the moment you stop filtering everything you say and do and stay true to yourself instead of trying to fit in and make people like you, you'll see such a shift in your social life. On the one hand you'll see who you clash with, and on the other hand you'll see that people are more likely to approach you because they see how genuine you are, which makes it easier for them to know if they want to be friends with you (or not). The scariest part of being who you are is finding out who won't like you for it, but the best part is finding genuine friendships with people who like you for you, and that's so worth it.

It is not necessary that everyone we are closely associated with, must know us like the back of their hands, or vice versa. Humans are fickle minded. We do not build our lives based on colossal hardened inscriptions. Instead, we are that unfinished literature, that is being written everyday, by everyone, and by all instances. No one can actually score a PhD on us, and we must not expect them too.

Sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves is a little bit of understanding. The world is too judgemental and the least we can do for ourselves is to be a little easier on us. Let's understand that every days ends with a different rate of productivity, and altogether different vibe. It is too difficult to be perfect in such a competitive world each day. Let us rather try best to feel perfect, with what we managed to do, at the end of the day. Even if it was merely breathing. Because the place we live in, even simply living through the day constitutes success.

Sometimes,

the life I live in my words,

feels safer than my own.

Argue with me over the beauty of old pictures. I find nothing more beautiful than those still evidences of moments, that hold so much story behind. They don't just capture scenes, but also the warmth the hearts held while someone smiled huge at the camera. The fact that when you look at them now, you feel the same emotions you did while those pictures were captured. Like a virtual time travel, that needs no complicated technology.