My Word & My World

Our life begins with love and ends in love. When we first cry, our mother hugs us in her love and when we die, the poeple who loves us cry in grief. And in between the two biggest love stories, we search for smaller ones. The teenage is everything for building ourselves. And we may or may not find love that engulfs us in its madness. But if we do find one, there is a fulfillment that teaches us for the rest of our lives. We may forget friends, family, and people whom we had depended on and prople who depend on us. It completely makes you forget the entire world and stay in the high. But as time passes, life teaches that mistakes that we had committed while we are in the commitment. And finally, now we were dying to be loved with an enormous amount of hollowness thats been waiting to be filled. Some let life consume it, and others live with the space unfilled. Very few lucky ones, get the love they were been destined.

I wish I had the enough courage to handle myself. When people whom I hate say that it was difficult to handle me, I felt it as a great thing that I'm different to others. But never tried whether I can be accessible from my own self or not. Today I feel it really difficult to keep a control over my mind. It plays as it wishes and does as it thinks. Sometimes I think I can control me, but the moments lost in the dreams and hallucinations I destroy the innocence created within the time I reborn after every hurt that breaks me. Getting hurt has become a habit and hobby. I feel the presence of my own self only when I'm hurt, happiness is of nothing to my life. I don't feel the joy anymore, neither I want it in my life. When people are happy, I take it as my happiness. When people run through grief, I'm there as a shoulder to cry for them. I may not be the one everyone wants but that person whom they never want to miss. Irony isn't it?!?!?!