To be different, I wanted to succeed...
To make life happening, I wanted to explore...
To get out of boredom, I wanted to make friends...
To share feelings, I wanted to have a best friend forever...
To make life romantic, I wanted to have a relationship...
To learn lessons in life, I wanted to take risks...
To control emotions, I wanted to be alone...
To make myself happy, I wanted to go shopping...
To earn money, I wanted to work...
To get a position in life, I wanted to work harder...
To make parents happy, I wanted to earn...
To lead a life alone, I wanted to earn money...
To overcome hurdles, I wanted to gather my strength...
To enjoy life, I wanted to be away from kids...
To keep myself busy, I wanted to have kids...
To keep husband happy, I wanted to be what he wanted me to be...
To see smiling faces near me, I wanted to keep smiling...
(The "I" and "Me" is just a general notion. Some of my thoughts mixed with what others feel.)
Hmmmm...There is so much we want from life. Money, fame, pleasure, love, appreciations. There are so many things for which the craving never ends. No matter how much we pull ourselves back. But actually if we see this otherwise, our lives wouldn't have been interesting without this. Somewhere we wanted this to happen so that we could share our life experiences, our life stories.
The heart aches when any incident in our lives leaves us shattered. In deep pain. And we don't have any shoulder to cry on. You can't be sure whether the one standing next to you is really concerned about you, unless you are cent per cent sure.
"Many people say this world is not for emotional fools. So, you have to buck up. We all know this. What's new? She needs to grow up. She is taking people too seriously in her life. Dude...take a break. Forget it. There are many other things to worry." You must be wondering why I'm saying these cliched thoughts.
But honestly, I have no reasons for it. It might be cliched thoughts for some... but for some, it might be comforting as they are reading what is actually happening.
Love:)
To make life happening, I wanted to explore...
To get out of boredom, I wanted to make friends...
To share feelings, I wanted to have a best friend forever...
To make life romantic, I wanted to have a relationship...
To learn lessons in life, I wanted to take risks...
To control emotions, I wanted to be alone...
To make myself happy, I wanted to go shopping...
To earn money, I wanted to work...
To get a position in life, I wanted to work harder...
To make parents happy, I wanted to earn...
To lead a life alone, I wanted to earn money...
To overcome hurdles, I wanted to gather my strength...
To enjoy life, I wanted to be away from kids...
To keep myself busy, I wanted to have kids...
To keep husband happy, I wanted to be what he wanted me to be...
To see smiling faces near me, I wanted to keep smiling...
(The "I" and "Me" is just a general notion. Some of my thoughts mixed with what others feel.)
Hmmmm...There is so much we want from life. Money, fame, pleasure, love, appreciations. There are so many things for which the craving never ends. No matter how much we pull ourselves back. But actually if we see this otherwise, our lives wouldn't have been interesting without this. Somewhere we wanted this to happen so that we could share our life experiences, our life stories.
The heart aches when any incident in our lives leaves us shattered. In deep pain. And we don't have any shoulder to cry on. You can't be sure whether the one standing next to you is really concerned about you, unless you are cent per cent sure.
"Many people say this world is not for emotional fools. So, you have to buck up. We all know this. What's new? She needs to grow up. She is taking people too seriously in her life. Dude...take a break. Forget it. There are many other things to worry." You must be wondering why I'm saying these cliched thoughts.
But honestly, I have no reasons for it. It might be cliched thoughts for some... but for some, it might be comforting as they are reading what is actually happening.
Love:)
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