The Road

Past is like a mirror which shows reflection of yourself. It can be either an ugly one or maybe beautiful. But you can't be looking at that forever and dwell upon it. Because it can carry on with you; beautiful or ugly, it will be stuck. You need to cherish the beautiful memories and let go of the bad ones. It doesn't sounds easy as I said it. It ain't easy but then you have an obligation to yourself. The obligation to keep yourself happy and moving.

Yes, the Earth is round and the road you've travelled earlier will come back to you someday. You've moved ahead, maybe crawled but you came back to that point wiser and stronger than before. You can deal with it now. Everyone has problems, I've them too but I learnt that rather than dwelling into that problem and thinking about it, Search for a solution.

Yes saying all that is easy but it's life and it ain't easy.

The Box

I know there is a feeling in you that you are stuck and the worst part is that you can't come out. It feels like you are stuck inside a closed box, kicking and pushing hard so that you can come out. You're trying hard, gasping for air, it becomes harder to breathe as time passes by. It feels impossible to get out of that box. And then hopelessness takes over you.

But in real life there is no box. You have kept yourself locked in that box of insecurity. You are bound to that imaginary box. You are hopeless that nothing good will happen if you get out of that box. So you decide to live there and suffocate. But you dream of getting out and of breathing again and looking at the bright sun. But you still lack the faith to get out.

You know there was a small caterpillar in this huge world who feared the world. He knew he would be crushed or be eaten someday. So it built a box type cocoon around itself scared of the world. He thought he'd be safe in there. But in reality he suffocated inside that cocoon. So one day he decided that he wants to get out and see the world. He evolved into beautiful butterfly. He had wings now and he got out and started to fly fearlessly into the big blue sky.

No matter how much we be inside that box or cocoon, we are just suffering. I know it is hard but it is really not impossible. We may not get the wings but we get freedom. 

Two Face

Heads, I win.
Tails, you lose.

They called her ugly, fat, whore and slut. They stared at boobs and ass. They raped her. They made her feel alone, unsafe and threatened. Her happiness and freedom were lost. She was unwanted and lonely.

And after she was gone. They demanded justice for her. They did a candle march rally. They described how beautiful she was and how much they are going to miss her.

The norms of the two faced society. No matter what happens society is always on winning side.