Growing Up

I don’t know why I’m behaving like this! Why am I acting so tuff? May be I am trying to hide my weakness, but my anger is eating me up. It has been ruining my relationships. May be I am trying to mask myself behind a strong, rebel woman, which I am not actually. I am a coward from inside, fearful of every lonely step, fearful of every struggle in future.

Falls in life has taught me lessons, I thought, but they have been teaching me all the wrong ones. In the fight of living independent, as a strong son to my parents, somewhere I forgot I was fragile too. My smartness now has turned into naiveness or foolishness to say exactly. My life I thought, was a very strong journey, precisely I was a hero to myself. But every belief has turned into a past.

Confidence faded away, I started to compromise with life’s conditions and life in turn started humiliating me. I used to be a strong woman and now I am fake. An aimless journey, living just to fit in. love doesn’t come with soft music anymore and brightness doesn’t have its light like before. I have gone mad or too weak to handle myself. Always sneaking from behind the walls of excuses to skip life’s bitter truth. But I guess this is all of us growing up. How life is sometimes so suffocating. The mature decisions are forced to be taken, just when you are thinking that you are free from responsibilities and hard work.

Just when you think you have the best of people around you, you are reminded that now has come the time to depart. Life’s paths and changing phases are harsh at the beginning but gradually everything falls in place. But again as soon as you start enjoying things, it’s like a snap and you have to move on with changes and adjustments. I am not lamenting on little pebbles on the way, it’s just that the moments don’t last longer, the feelings don’t stay the same and preferences have to be changed in accordance to the needs. Love is only some times as sweet as we read in fairy love novels.

Reevaluation of defination of love

I’m sorry, but I just need to throw this out there. Since when did it become acceptable to lead people on? Girls: If you know you don’t want a future with him, stop pretending like he has a chance. Boys: If you know you’re only using her, open your eyes and realize that she’s a human being with feelings, not an object. I’m tired of seeing people being used, and taken for granted. What is love? We sing about it. We write about it. We talk about it. We even dream about it. But do we really know what it means anymore? Let me remind you, for those of you who can’t remember. Love is patient and kind in every way. Love does not envy, or boast because it is uplifting. It is never proud because it is humble. Love is not rude, self-seeking or easily angered because it is self-sacrificing and understanding. It keeps no record of wrongs because it always forgives. Love doesn’t delight in evil, because it rejoices with the truth. It’s always protecting, always trusting, always hoping. Love always preserves. Does this refresh your memory? Love is not what u expect to get but it’s something that you squander for others.Love could not be an attraction of beauty I guess because though people think beauty lies on skin, no one can see ones inside. Similarly, no one could know a terrible face hidden under the very innocent faces. Love does not merely means a physical attraction but a bond that knits a sweet affection. It's a fake love if someone feels being attracted to someone without knowing properly.Lovers never boast for their love they are giving or showing but just try to convey their great feelings fr others without any hesitation.Love could be the most voluptuous thing ever created but it's bad to be called a creation as it's a gift bestowed. A mad lover is merely a insane one who want to fulfill something that couldn't be possible but truely a true lover is one who never want to hurt anyone especially beloved ones so he always look forward and backward leaving no reasons behind. I think out there, a few people do know what love is. I think there isn’t a definite meaning to the word love. And just to let you guys know, love is envy because we know that we don’t want to share him or her (because our feelings are that strong). We do keep records of wrongs to remind ourselves that we are able to overcome hardships together. Everything else, I agree with.