I am learning to open my own heart, to myself. The hardest thing to do is to accept and fully love yourself. To stop filling your own head with put-downs and untrue messages. To stop being selfish with your love and give it to yourself rather than withholding to avoid disappointment.
“Read books. Read more books. Get inspired. Wake up early. Put on a warm jacket. Watch the sunrise. Do that twice a week. Three times a week. And so on. Add a morning walk to that. Then a jog. Then a run. Stop at a coffee shop. Have breakfast. Go back home. Have a shower. Plan your day in your head. Go through with your plan. Meet people. Young/old, it doesn’t matter. Just meet people. Share your story. Listen to theirs. Really listen. Many people pour a bucket of magic words out of their mouth if you’re all ears. Help people. Again, young/old. If someone stops you in the shopping centre promoting their business/item, listen. Consider. Even if you don’t end up purchasing anything later. Accept flyers from workers that stand on the side of the footpath handing them out. Even if you aren’t interested. Appreciate the natural environment. Sit by the water and just watch. Clear your mind. Meditate.
Happiness is around the corner.”
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//From those scattered pills on the floor to the bruises on my body everyone knew the secret. My secret. My helplessness. But not me. Those scars were still a mystery to me. Those pills knew that my life depends on them. For I could not bear to see that what were the cause of those scars. One night. Just one night I decided to skip the pills. Let the slumber hit me itself. This wasn't the only reason to skip pills but I had decided to solve the mystery of the bruises. I knew what could be the possibilities. Until then I was just scared to accept it. But not today. It's past midnight nothing appeared neither the sleep nor the culprit of my scars. As I was about to reach the pills another hand reached to it before me and pills suddenly disappeared. With dread washing over me I met the eyes that belonged to the owner of those hands. Dark brown orbs had a calm expression. Little did I know it was the peace before the storm. The storm which hit me hard and left me with bruises and uninvited slumber. I woke in the morning finding myself on the soft bed not the cold floor. I just couldn't interpret that what I saw was a dream or reality.// -Kritika-
"My dear sunset,
Would you teach me how to let go the beauty, the hope, and the faith,
just like the way you let go the bright sun where its light warms universe.
Would you convince me that darkness would take care of me, until I finally reunite with the beauty of hope and faith,
just like the way you know that the dark grey velvet sky would take care of universe by letting moon and stars shine their lights.
My dear breathtaking sunset,
only from you I would learn and keep learning of how to let go every beauty without fear."