That relief you feel when you see their eyes stunned and their faces pained - even if for a second - that momentary relief! That is what makes us say hurting things, to be mean. That's what makes us want to scream and swear and make them cry. That relief that makes you feel that you don't have to bear it alone. It's eerily peaceful!
That one short moment makes it less devastating. That you're not the only one with problems. You're not the only one fucked up. You are not the only depressed soul. You can see the ghost of the laughter that still hasn't left their mouth before your outburst and it gives you hope, maybe even a little perspective.
Suddenly, the world is a much bigger place and you're a barely-existent dot on that globe. You see the bigger picture. You see that there are much bigger problems. Problems that you would never, ever want to encounter. You see that the person standing in front of you - the person that you've just yelled at - it sp…
Life is a
bitch. My only advice to you is run. Run before she catches up with you and
bites you in your bum. If you’ve
read the above lines and agreed (sadly or grudgingly or whatever) you’ve been
bitten already, HARD and it wouldn’t hurt to yell some well chosen curses to
the wind either. Do it now. Let the pain out. Let your folks think you’re out
of your mind. Let someone get offended and yell some profanities back at you.
Let the birds fly away from you in shock. Let your boss fire you for going nuts.
No… no, don’t. I take that back. Go yell in a bathroom or something if you’re
in your office or yell at someone who works under you. Show them that you’re
the boss. Be Hari Sadu from the advertisement for naukri.com if you want to and
as liberating as that may make you feel, make sure the Hari Sadu of your life
doesn’t get to see your performance. *winks* After all he’s the one paying who
is paying you for everything you own down to your underwear, right? You see the
irony here? You c…
If you don't make an effort to be remembered. You're forgotten.People leave. Heart shatters. Just a little lesser every time.Loneliness is way underrated.If you're confused about being with someone, then save them the heart aches - Don't be with them.Life is overrated and pointless. You're living not because you feel alive. You're living because there's still time for death.It wasn't love. It was a matter of priority.Don't hate so much. You're going to regret it too damn much when you see the person you hated with a burning passion reflected in that pitiless mirror.Love changes to hope, flickers and gives away by the way of regret. Hate - it intensifies.Ego is just a selfish way used to stay away from confrontation. It bows away only when its too late for anything else. And this last one I learnt after observing this elderly lady on the train back from Rajasthan.
Love is having that one person in your life you want to say your first "Good Mor…