Robertfrost - Tumblr Posts
The worst kind of self sabotage we allow is by allowing people to not treat us good. There is no justification in the whole world to be treated not good. And we must leave that place the moment we catch the slightest sniff of it. Because once we justify those acts to ourselves, it becomes a habit. A suicidal one for that.
-V
Let's normalise the expectations of being treated with as much care as we treat others. There are too many caring people out there who do not care for the right people. And by the time they realise their misappropriate actions, they have already burnt a huge part of themselves in lighting others. Let's not be candles. People discard candles when sufficient light starts entering their room.
-V
Being good may have become a punishment for some or a reward for others. But being good is not subject to those concerns. It comes from the very within. Let's not consider alternate options on how things would have been if we were a little a less good. There's only so much goodness left in the world. Let's prevent these remnants from dying by being the good.
-V
I've been grinding so hard,
it's the tenderness in me-
-that is threatening to escape,
but if I don't continue-
-life and opportunities are still going to do.
-VS
It is going to be an uncertain summer. The constant heat that seems calm and firm in its place. But I have this storm running inside. No matter how much I convince myself there is a world after this summer, I know I'll win big or I'll loose big this time. It hurts to not be in control. And it hurts even more to pretend like I am in it.
-VS
I feel liberated at the thought of not looking back. As if looking back was holding me hard, to what I did not want to hold. It was scary for me to walk ahead, but scarier to stay back and be held.
-VS
To find peace, sometimes we need to find our own corner in the world, away from intruding eyes, words and people. To bathe in our own warmth, and to bask in our own light. Too much crowd often force us to distort the love we hold in ourselves, for ourselves. Let that loneliness shape you into a beautiful pot, and let that individuality take charge of your life. The world is a society that would swallow us the moment we lose hold on ourselves.
-VS
I've never felt more pained after realising that I may be the one who's left behind. Those who were around me are probably having the best times of their lives while I am dead stuck to the memories that fade a little everytime I reminisce them. It is not good to be left behind. And it is even more bad to be left behind while under the illusion that I was the one to leave.
-VS
How much of a poet/writer I am?
Tonight, while I was sleeping after a long day, I dreamt the plot of my next best seller. The one from the genre, I didn't like much or I thought I didn't. The scenes were real and well executed. I guess my brain is more of a poet/writer than I will ever be.
-VS
Sky or the canvas?
"Why the sky refuses,
to lose its colour,
get bleached,
and portray what our hearts feel?
Isn't this a betrayal,
on her part,
to refuse us the luxury,
to display our hearts to the world,
and drown itself in our misery?
Why it has to be so unbothered,
uncaring,
and bring new mornings each day,
making us stand out in the happy looking world?"
"How many hearts must she have?
Before she can feel ya cry?
And how many deaths must she die,
to show your blood on the sky?
Sometimes, your hearts want to laugh till they cry,
Sometimes, your hearts want to lay down and die.
One sky is common for countless of hearts,
Ain't she no illusion, no imagination of arts,
that she will look a mysterious mess of paints,
And like a lovely mother, hear each of yours complaints!"
-Vanshika
I want to be authentic. A complete stranger to the world but authentic. Sticking out like a sore thumb, but authentic.
-Vanshika
-Vanshika Singh, My Monologue with myself
When I talk to myself, it makes more sense than my existence ever did.
To say I want all the material luxuries of the world is too old school. Instead, I want my own personal battlefield and a shiny sword in my hands. I want to fight like a warrior not with the people, but with the thoughts. The thoughts that cloud my mind, making attempts to conquer my consistently. The only problem - I am alone on my side and they have a huge army.
-Vanshika Singh, My Monologue with myself
People often have callous ways to talk to us- even the ones who we are pretty much attached to. That is one issue. Another one is that we are expected to take all the callousness, rudeness and harsh treatment as a joke because they don't mean it. And if we allow ourselves to feel hurt, we are not cool enough. Being cool means laughing at things that should be scoffed at. Is it?!?
I need it viciously- for people to draw clear bold lines about jokes and seriousness. You don't get to joke about my insecurities. You don't get to call me mean things. You don't get to make me feel like an unimportant unworthy piece of ruin who deserves anything but kindness. Sorry, I don't approve.
To allow people to treat you bad is the second biggest mistake. First is, the people themselves.
Them: What you upto these days?
Me: Constantly holding a fight with myself, not able to come in terms with everything around, not finding peace in any corner of my room and still determined to become the best of myself.
I do not know if it counts -outside of tumblr- the mental struggle that I face everyday. The constant fight between the force to race and the force to live. I am not able to do these two simultaneously- race and live. Does this make me weaker than the rest? Or everyone has their own personal battlefields where they put up a strong face while crumpling within.
Oh the day I'll stop thinking of people as a vessel for measuring my worth!
I am in the middle of that road where you discover that no matter if we love/like/admire/adore a person, it gives them no right or license to put us down. We should never let anybody feed onto our insecurities, even if that means loosing that anybody. Because people gone leave a space that can be filled later on. But once that love for oneself leaves, it leaves not a void, but an abyss.
They said I won't fit here being the person I am. I decided to change things. Now I own a corner where I not only fit, but happily live.