what use if of feelings if they just lead to anxiety and despair?
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what use if of feelings if they just lead to anxiety and despair?

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those days when your mind is fighting with your heart and there are no ends to the means. It is a never ending fight of thoughts, realities, aspirations and my place in the world. Hoping for the day when the clouds are only in the sky.
what to write that’s not been written before? some musings on what to write and what to do with million thoughts rattling in the mind.
of wishful thinkings and day time dreaming of words never said and the feelings never expressed is it the feeling first or the thought? once in thought it is in psych forever through which i evaluate myself... of mandatory stupidity and random musings to do what I feel like without thinking much but then what do i feel like...?

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an ode to mystical, cool and my favorite October mornings, when sky is still sleepy and there is stillness in the atmosphere
The inner turmoil and the constant questioning that leaves me numb. Why what happened, happened? Is there ever an answer. Can there ever be an answer that will satisfy the curiosity or is it with time it all will calm out and be part of the past.
Does anyone know? Can anyone know? Is there a beauty in knowing all the answers at the right time or is the beauty in questions and only questions? The curiosity, the wonder, the amazement and how it surrounds the life itself, that is beautiful and something to look forward to and to keep on wondering and amusing as for me that is the essence of life.
Someone unknown, the one who is seldom talked about. Someone who is not in the greatest stories and not the super heroine/hero or even heroine/hero in any sense. Someone like you and me. At best, above average doing their best while navigating through the various ups and downs that life throws at you everyday, each day.
Navigating the mundaneness that each day brings with it, and yet in their own way contributing to the world and society we inhabit. The minuscule often overlooked contribution that has accumulated over the years and years of toil has in-fact resulted in the creation of most of the societal structures that we see and are part of. The masks they wear and the pain they hide, the great silence that never gives away what is going on in their mind. For they are busy creating the very society that is trying to break them apart. Someone like you and I.
Someone like us, someone totally unknown.