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 A few months ago things were not working out for me, 

I stopped living

I gave up on my will to live,

I forgot my own self, the self that I have always given prime importance.


From the person whose purpose in life was to make people around her happy, I became someone who couldn’t look for a reason to smile.

I was trying, 

I was trying so hard but I just couldn’t look at the bigger picture.

There wasn’t a picture at all to look at. It was all dark and gloomy. I was dark and gloomy.


But, I waited, 

I was as patient as one can be, I waited for months but I wasn’t able to find a way to bounce back to life. Waking up every morning with a plan and witnessing the environment around you wreck every bit of it is a misery only the ones who have lived it can understand.


Even so, I couldn’t see the light, I had to just hang in there, I owed myself that much and I eventually did, I came back to life, I am still coming back to life. It’s a process you do not want to mess with. Let it decide its own pace.

Now when I am on it, I want to pick the pieces of my life I left behind. The ones that made me, ME.


I wanna be the sunshine, I wanna be the stars, I wanna be the person who people turn to when they need someone to talk. When they just need an escape, when they need to be happy.


I have been looking for my purpose for a long long time. I don’t know if this is it but I want to be the person people can depend upon. I wish to inspire people, I choose to help people in fighting their battles, maybe not their wars but their day-to-day battles. 


Perhaps this is the purpose I can pick on my journey towards my final destination. I may still not know the things I want, but I sure as hell know the things I do not want.

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