Hello. I hope you all are healthy and doing fine. You guys matter ❤️
"During these tough times, this world doesn't need hate, cruelty, negativity and insensitivity instead it needs love, empathy, positivity and kindness. You all need to be kind, kind enough to save a life, kind even towards the smallest of issues."
To anyone who's reading this, You're loved, you're important, you matter. Your tensions, your problems, your depression everything has a solution as long as you are alive, as long as you are breathing. Talk about yourself, your problems. Be open about sharing and discussing whatever bothers you, someone is always there to listen. Talk. Talk. Talk. Blurt it out, we're in this together, we'll find a solution, we'll get through it, you'll get through it, surely. Before it gets too much, spit it out, the shit, the poison that forces you to end your life.
Your sadness is valid, your anxiety is valid, your every negative feeling is valid, you're allowed to feel so. You're not an attention seeker if you ask for help, you're not showing off your depression for sympathy, you're not going to get a medal or some praise for going through it all alone. Share, your feelings, your fears, your problems. Don't feel guilty for being sad, don't feel guilty for letting you disclose your most vulnerable side, don't feel guilty for suffering because it's totally alright to feel whatever you're feeling. You're not a burden, you're not your sufferings, you're not your anxiety besides you are brave, you are strong for carrying all this weight and burden. But now you do not need to do so, you do not need to keep carrying negativity and toxins inside you, you do not need to feed your depression but all that you need to do is to defeat that depression, all that you need to do is to win over your depression, to win your life. How many times do I need to tell you that your life is precious, so fucking precious, you are supposed to live, you're supposed to rise from the ashes of your anxiety.
Your parents, your family, your friends and all your loved ones, they are and they'll always lend an ear to you, they'll always be there for you. Let your words out, let your depression make a way out of your head. Look out for help, visit a doctor, get a therapist, take medications, keep a check on your mental health. It's fine, everything will be fine, trust me. Suffering is a very personal thing, I cannot measure it, in fact no one can measure anyone's suffering, no one can measure the amount of pain and hurt a person is carrying in his heart. And neither is something to be measured, everyone's heart is different and the amount of hurt they can handle is different. Everyone's capacity for dealing with stress is different, to some even a smallest thing can affect so much and some are immune to it but that doesn't mean they are not in stress, that they don't need help.
Dear you, dying is absolutely a courageous act, to leave everything behind, to hang yourself, to cut yourself, it is indeed courageous but what's most courageous is to love. To live is the bravest of all. Death is a big question mark and life, it is full of answers. So, breathe in hope and breathe out all the toxicity that is growing inside you, your life matters and I cannot stress it enough. My heart is crying, don't add to the misery of this world, stay alive just stay alive. Dear stranger, I don't know you personally but I don't want you to die, I just don't want you to die. I badly want you to stay here in this beautiful messy and imperfect world, I want you to stay here to add to the beauty of the world. I want you to stay here, healthy and happy.
I've been hearing death news too often. Every second day someone is committing suicide. Few days back my father's friends drank poison, my sister's colleague hanged herself, I cannot hear such news more, they are heartbreaking, please don't die, please save your life, it's precious. In case talking to a stranger helps, then I'm right here for you, honestly.
~From a stranger who just don't want you to end your life.
Isn't it pitiful, that the pair of glasses dangling, with the support of my ears, on my nose, can't cure my ailing sight?
I beat my optician to a pulp, because he yelled a blatant lie with aplomb:
"Ho, ho, son, wear these, and your vision will be at ease; it won't be blurry anymore, when you step out of this door!"
But he was an impostor;
when in the begging bowl, of the woman with muddy rags, a crying baby, and a rusted utensil, I peeped, it was penniless; like it had always been.
And there was more to his glassy hoax:
the sweeper who had, a broom with long bristles, cleared the path for them that walked in the park; he did a deed noble, still not a soul I ever saw, smiling at him. Curse my crooked sight, that they always appeared with frowning countenances, and furrowed foreheads.
When I saw the scenery, as appalling as always, I threw away the glasses and crushed them under my feet, then, ran amuck to the spectacles' seller, smashed open his door, and beat him black and blue.
"What say, fraudster? Your pair was a piece of litter, Why the sweeper still loveless; Why the woman's life in distress?"
He cried and implored forgiveness, then muffled out of his bruised mouth:
"O, ye, young man, you're mistaken, They make you see the world raw, And it surely is kindness forsaken. Now, please, get off me your claw!"
On hearing his words, I let go of his collar, but I didn't apologise. Perhaps, I was dumbstruck, because of the revelation that it were merely my eyes that were blurry and sick, but what about the world that has a heart rotting and eyes blindfolded; that knows the truth, and the good but refuses to accept it.
I wept and wiped my tears, then walked out of the door, with my eyes wavering everywhere; my vision was blurred still, but I was grateful, for I could live in the deception forever, that the world is kind, it's just that I can't see it; something's wrong with me, and nothing with it.
I never ordered another pair of glasses, for I had lost the will to see the wicked world that surrounded me, that blinded me.