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How badly I wish to indulge in something I see people around me in, how I wish I could get loved the way I see others getting loved, how hard could it be to believe that certain things take time or may actually never happen, how despairing is it to live with rejections, how arduous is it to change thyself when I know that the personality and aura I hold is really hard to love.


But how do I even try changing when I am so crazily in love with the chemistry I have with myself. How do I trust this crazy go-round world which constantly tells me to be everything but me? How do I cage my racing heart which tells me to love what I have right now, be mad and wild, and be whatever I can be while I still have this little life?


You either become what you decide for yourself or you follow what others decide or expect out of you. The break in the cloud is it’s you who gets to make a choice. Whatever you do, whatever you say doesn’t always have to be conventional. Life might be testing you but you do not necessarily have to answer it all accurately. Take leverage in making mistakes but also ensure that you take your lesson from them. Sometimes things just are how the way they are. You don’t necessarily have to triumph over every situation and condition life tosses at you.


Live while you still have this life, offer the best you possibly can to things, even to the ones which might not end up favoring you. At least you won’t be left behind with any regrets. In the end, you need to pass this test of life for yourself and none else.


After all, you’re all you’ve got!

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