Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Vulnerable - A Page from My Diary

That feeling creeps up all over me, once again. Unintentionally, they make me feel like whatever I do is, or going to turn into a mistake. I feel like a big chunk of my life has been eaten up, then. I feel like I cannot ace living life, then. I feel like a failure, then. And that is not even the last thing I’d ever want to feel. They give me a feeling that I don’t belong with this life. They, without quite knowing, are killing that part of my brains, where dreams are manufactured. They, without realizing, are making me weaker and more vulnerable to the evilness lurking around me, around us. Is it the price I have to give for being loved? I don’t know. But whatever it is, it is anything but that appreciative pat I’d like to receive for moving on toward the piles of dreams I have got right there before me. 

Trust, is it too much to ask for?
Turns out, it is.

Even a tinge of sadness is unavoidable. It’s like a drop of ink that trickles into the clear puddle of happiness, disperses there, and makes the pool cloudy, making its existence conspicuous. 

6 comments:

  1. So heartbreaking and relatable. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. you are where you're supposed to be...even when you are not, i'm sure you'll get there when the right time comes. :-)

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  3. not every moment is same....time passes and takes with it thousands of such moments which make us feel sequestrated!!
    the feeling that time will 'pass' is in itself a blessing :-)

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  4. You are going to be just fine, Yusra. I say that to you and I say that to myself. We are going to be just fine. :)

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  5. You are going to be just fine, Yusra. I say that to you and I say that to myself. We are going to be just fine. :)

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