Saturday, 26 August 2017
Thursday, 3 August 2017
Choose Your Poison.
Lesson #1 : Happiness is fleeting.
Lesson #2 : Suffering is not. It is infact relentless in its pursuit of morphing by deriving itself from one source to another. Sometimes out of sight but never out of mind, that sneaky little bitch.
And while the fight against suffering is the prima donna of existentialism, some sufferings make you feel alive. The pain of some is worth the fight. The pinch is worth the goosebumps. So on so forth.
Lesson #2 : Suffering is not. It is infact relentless in its pursuit of morphing by deriving itself from one source to another. Sometimes out of sight but never out of mind, that sneaky little bitch.
And while the fight against suffering is the prima donna of existentialism, some sufferings make you feel alive. The pain of some is worth the fight. The pinch is worth the goosebumps. So on so forth.
If loosing our suffering is not an option, why can't choosing our suffering be one.
After all if every individual has a limited number of fucks to give, should'nt it be of our choosing and no one else's? As insane as it sounds, maybe choosing our poison is the only derivative of happiness we can procure from it.
I am a sufferer and I will choose the fucks I and only I give and no one else.
P.S. : Maybe I would want that etched on my tombstone too.
I am a sufferer and I will choose the fucks I and only I give and no one else.
P.S. : Maybe I would want that etched on my tombstone too.
#ramblingsofacaffeinatedwoman
Tuesday, 11 July 2017
Things He Never Said
.... I hear you
and this time
I will try to extend you a steady hand
instead of a ready retort
.... You want to know what my plan is?
My plan is that I love you
My plan is that I love you
.... and I am so so sorry
for making your life harder
because of that.
.... Today
That thing i promised you.
No excuses, No B.S
Regardless.
Today.
Friday, 23 June 2017
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Sunday, 28 May 2017
Saturday, 27 May 2017
Hearts and Mind
Venice | Italy | April 2017 |
" I swear if I believe that knowing every single thing about one another could protect us from future troubles, I would tell you every moment of my past.
" Then why do I feel afraid?"
"Because life is full of uncertainity.
That's why we love.
To face it with someone together"
Saturday, 11 March 2017
But what about, 'What might not happen'?
You are letting them kill parts of you that they don't like.
You are letting them make choices for you that you wouldn't otherwise make.
You are letting them dictate the terms of your happiness.
You are letting them hurt us even when they have no clue who 'we are'
You are letting them get to you, and increasingly worry about what might happen.
I fail to understand how you cannot see that, 'what might happen not happen' is so much worse.
And then you say,
they are 'making you do this'.
When the truth is, 'You are letting them'.
Not. The. Same. Thing.
Tuesday, 14 February 2017
Retribution
“She has her helmet, shield and sword. Does she finish him or take pity on the gutless thing before her?
Does she set fire and smoke him out, forcing him to fight, or does she let him live with himself and take satisfaction from knowing that he has never been in a real fight in his life and that one day he will have to face his demons in person, along with the consequences, and that both can be far more painful than anything she could ever do to him.”
Does she set fire and smoke him out, forcing him to fight, or does she let him live with himself and take satisfaction from knowing that he has never been in a real fight in his life and that one day he will have to face his demons in person, along with the consequences, and that both can be far more painful than anything she could ever do to him.”
― Donna Lynn Hope
Wednesday, 8 February 2017
The Unforgiving Night
Essaouira, Morocco, October 2016 |
Because I cannot sleep
I write
Amidst sighs of anticipating the agony of tomorrow.
Because I refuse to weep
I write.
Squinting at the city lights I crave to borrow.
Because I have no reputation of an omnipotent god
I write.
No miracles or granting wishes power in my kitty
Nor have I been known to be a tyrant
Thus I write
Even when revenge would have been befitting
Because every decision comes at a cost
I write
While the hush of the wake weighs down heavy
Harrowed by the vestiges of the love that's now lost
I write
Disarmed and Unsteady.
The Limitations of Wonderful
And so they might have the perfectly wonderful life,
and they could spend their nights with different wonderful people, sharing their fears and wonderful fantasies.
Maybe there’d even come a day when they would forget about each other all together,
and they become nothing more than a faded memory that brings a smile to thier moist lips.
Maybe there’d even come a day when they would forget about each other all together,
and they become nothing more than a faded memory that brings a smile to thier moist lips.
But wonderful doesn’t always mean worthwhile.
Thursday, 5 January 2017
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