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I am not Krishna, nor Christ, nor Mohammad, nor Buddha; but I can tell you four simple things that will make human existence better. They are acceptance, tolerance, compassion, and consideration. If one person starts practicing these and the other reciprocates - coexisting in peace and harmony can become a definitive reality.

I’ve been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me.

people go but how they leave always stays.

May you reach the point where you’re not just aiming to get by, but able to reach high.

I am learning that my jealousy is a derivative of trust that has been broken, taken for granted or trust that did not exist in the first place. That yearning has its seeds embedded in co-dependency which does not necessarily mean that it is negative, it’s an emotion of the mind that does not need to be denied but, understand that yearning is not a need of the heart or the soul. Do not allow it to control you in your relationships. In loving, being loved, seeking love; it is important to remember that you are the source of love and choose wisely with whom you choose to share it with outside of yourself. The most important lesson that I have discovered is that some people will enter your life for a season and that is perfectly fine - because each season has a cause: Spring for planting and nurturing the seeds of your joy. Summer for enjoying the fruits of that labour. Autumn for the decaying that fertilizes and preserves what once was Winter for simply resting and taking a break.

Between not being with each other and not being at all, there’s a place where we are together.

How to heal? 1. Healing is being patient with yourself. It is going easy on yourself and not constantly questioning why you feel the way you do. 2. Healing is not giving in to every desire and urge. The urge to call them up. The desire to see their pictures. The urge to eat the whole jar of nutella. 3. Healing is being with yourself. It is acknowledging your thoughts and feelings and dealing with them rather than indulging in destructive coping mechanisms. 4. But healing is also knowing that sometimes you have to acknowledge the presence of a particular thought or feeling and then simply move on realizing that it’s a trap, it doesn’t exist, it’s not an actual problem or cause of worry but just something your insecurities and anxiety have inflated. 5. Healing is accepting that them being happy or not honestly has nothing on your life or how happy you can be. That because they chose to leave and never looked back, there is no correlation between your lives. Them being happy without you may hurt at first but in the long run it really has no relation to your life and is definitely not a restriction to you leading a happy life too. They are doing their thing, you can do yours. 6. Healing is not being rigid. Yes, you thought you would visit that place or watch that movie with him but now he is gone. Or you wanted to look a certain way or be a certain someone by the time you were 25. Let go of that idea. Embrace who you are now. Enjoy the beauty of that movie and place anyway. How fun is a predictable story or the spoilers of a book anyway? Enjoy the plot twists of your life. They do come with redemption. 7. Healing is being able to enjoy the little things again. It’s not being bored with every book you read or any TV show you watch or not noticing the grin on that child’s face dirty with chocolate ice cream. Healing is being mindful again.

A relationship should not be measured in months or years. It’s the calibre of the memories that matter. Their impact, their permanence, and the degree to which they change you. I’ve had relationships lasting years I can now scarcely recollect, and hours with others that feel like infinities.

people have always told me that poetry existed in places other than the space between pen and paper but i never truly believed them, until i met you. your eyes contained the most extraordinary constellations and lit up in the most beautiful way when talking of the things you’re passionate about, your mind so complex and more potent than any drug, and your laugh, oh god your laugh could replace my obsession with the stars. something as simple as your trailing your fingertips along my collarbones causes my skin to set fire and my world to blur. through these things i realized they were completely right, poetry does exist in places other than words, poetry exists within you.

They leave me and I love them more.

I never realised how important pain was. How without pain, there would be no joy. I went through life just wanting whatever pain I felt to end. But now I realise, I have to revel in it. Be thankful for it. But never let it win.

To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.