Stealing thunder was never my thing;
I am too busy soundproofing.
A life through metaphors
Stealing thunder was never my thing;
I am too busy soundproofing.
It makes you a hypocrite
For crying out loud
To whine about the one
That cries out loud.
You live in my head,
prominently,
predominantly.
It feels good to be around people after practicing detachment for a considerable period of time. When something tough happens in life i usually go into hiding. I don’t communicate with friends or distant family and for that amount of time i feel good. I don’t ignore people out of arrogance, i do it out of peace. And now that i am out of that zone of ignoring people, i genuinely think that it’s wonderful to meet new people and talk to them. It gives a different edge to the conversation.
A little desperation, a little loneliness and a lot more need of social interaction makes the most life affirming conversation.
You learn a lot about yourself and you go in the depth of learning about the other person too. Infact you value the other person more than ever. It’s refreshing to talk.
If you guys are in the middle of feeling desperate for a social interaction due to loneliness or whatever reason it could be, i advise you to stay put. Someone will turn up. And you have no idea how beautifully you are going to present yourself in front of people the next time you make a conversation!
“It’ll be okay love, you just have to get going. I know it feels awfully satisfying to be stuck and hoping life will push you.
It’ll be okay love, you just have to go disappear in the crowd because sometimes that makes you forget your pain and will help you to move on.
It’ll be okay love, even if your past demons resurface. It’s difficult playing hide and seek but you won’t find them scary after a point.
It’ll be okay love, you just have to start somewhere. You are not running out of time and it’ll be never too late for you.”
I tell myself as i pack my books in the bag while i leave for my library.
Just another day returning from war and walking towards peace.
There is a different peace in being anonymous,
Losing my identity bit by bit;
Mind you, I am not afraid of judgements,
Just my name being associated to it.