"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Are you crying?"
"Oh it's nothing!"
How many times have you passed off a tear as dirt in your eye? How often have you held back those emotions from the fear of vulnerability? How easy is it to say "I'm okay"? How difficult is it to really be okay?
How often do you really mean it when you say "It's nothing"?
As girls we're used to being emotional punchbags. Being on the receiving end of the overload of frustration, hurt and at times, anger. We're strong enough to deal with our problems and that of others. But does that really make us responsible for the happiness of the world and more? Aren't we entitled to our share of the moments that bring tears of joy for a change? I guess not.
We're born fighters. We fight for everyone and everything that's ours. We'll go that extra mile to catch the one tear that's about to drop from his eye. He'll probably just blame you for having been the reason for that tear in the first place but you'll know the truth and you'll just smile to yourself, hoping one day everything will change.
We invest so much in hope, don't we? Our worlds can in be in a turmoil but we'll still be hoping for something good to come out of it. We hope that things will go back to being how they used to be. We hope that he'll change for the better. We hope, till there's no room for hope. And then we just hope some more.
Truth? We're the hapless maniacs waiting for lightening to strike and the universe to do a cartwheel. Yes, hitching our wagons to stars. Stars that don't even exist.
How much longer are you going to hide behind the facet of nothingness? How much longer are you going to fight the battles of others against yourself? How much longer are you going to suppress all that's been struggling to express itself since eons?
Not too far from now you'll drown in the hollowness of your defenses, while overlooking the opacity of your own feelings. And maybe then, it really will be what you always claimed it was... 'nothing'.
"Nothing."
"Are you crying?"
"Oh it's nothing!"
How many times have you passed off a tear as dirt in your eye? How often have you held back those emotions from the fear of vulnerability? How easy is it to say "I'm okay"? How difficult is it to really be okay?
How often do you really mean it when you say "It's nothing"?
As girls we're used to being emotional punchbags. Being on the receiving end of the overload of frustration, hurt and at times, anger. We're strong enough to deal with our problems and that of others. But does that really make us responsible for the happiness of the world and more? Aren't we entitled to our share of the moments that bring tears of joy for a change? I guess not.
We're born fighters. We fight for everyone and everything that's ours. We'll go that extra mile to catch the one tear that's about to drop from his eye. He'll probably just blame you for having been the reason for that tear in the first place but you'll know the truth and you'll just smile to yourself, hoping one day everything will change.
We invest so much in hope, don't we? Our worlds can in be in a turmoil but we'll still be hoping for something good to come out of it. We hope that things will go back to being how they used to be. We hope that he'll change for the better. We hope, till there's no room for hope. And then we just hope some more.
Truth? We're the hapless maniacs waiting for lightening to strike and the universe to do a cartwheel. Yes, hitching our wagons to stars. Stars that don't even exist.
How much longer are you going to hide behind the facet of nothingness? How much longer are you going to fight the battles of others against yourself? How much longer are you going to suppress all that's been struggling to express itself since eons?
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| In the middle of nowhere isn't half as bad as in the middle of nothing. |
That is a girl's nature.
ReplyDeleteIn spite of having enough experiences in our lives we still continue to hope. Well said Tanvi :)
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