Just go away
He will continue to walk away and abandon your heart, he will continue to break promises, he will continue to make you doubt yourself. You feel worthless, you feel as if you’re not good enough for this world. He will continue to say that no other man will ever love you, he will negatively comment on the parts of you that you feel insecure about. You will feel isolated from the world, no one messages you anymore, you started of with a big friendship group and now you have no one. The happy, bubbly part of you has vanished and she is no where to be seen.
Your parents are worried about you, they can see that you have changed. You feel nothing, you feel numb. At this point walking away isn’t an option, he told you that no other man will ever love you. His words repeat within your mind, you’ve gained weight, you no longer bother with yourself, who would want someone like you. You’ll never be good enough, eventually you snap.
You walk away, and the moment you leave you feel a weight slowly release itself of off your chest. You cry, you fear the following days however you get through it. As the days pass your heart slowly heals, as the months pass you regain your confidence and eventually you find that the part of you that had been missing for so long slowly starts to reappear again. You still have your down days, the days where you will feel as if you’re not enough. Some days you’ll feel as if you’re reliving the abuse all over again, however you pull through it. A year passes and you find yourself smiling at your own reflection in the mirror, you find yourself dancing away to your favourite song, you find yourself full of happiness.
The parts of you that had been lost for years finally reveal themselves, you feel the happiness flood throughout your veins. The you that you had been searching for has finally come back, and this version of you is so beautiful.
Inarticulate one
Something is overwhelming about adulthood and how it introduces its inductees. Responsibility, family expectations, career obligations, and personal evolution are all realizations that transpire into real-time determinants that prospectively factor into our respective lives as we are ushered into the adulting phase of our numeric life estimation which we conventionally refer to as our age. Adaptation to the transition of adulthood varies across our individual lived experiences and our social interactions during our reformative years. For some people, the emotional jump shock that accompanies the overwhelming burdens of reality comes as a surprise while to some, the adverse conditioning they have been exposed to before their emergence into adulthood makes them unperturbed about the cringing challenges presented to them. In the wake of this exposure - regardless of how we react to it or not - we’re often given a stark turbulence by our various tribulations and circumstantial misfortunes, which in turn messes with our mental state, physical being, and spiritual entity. In the end, we all rely on a specific coping mechanism to rectitude our survival and to rejuvenate our well-being. Abrasive situations morph into multiple forms, they could come as failures, rejections, losses, emptiness, and disappointments; amidst many others. As we equally grow, we’re bound to fathom that every single person embodies their swelled abjection. To a very significant extent, every person out there has had their fair share of life’s premium dilapidated wreckage. Literally, we’ve all been fucked over. Something is however very intriguing and heartwarming about how humans deal with their hardship. Undoubtedly, we engage in a lot of coping mechanisms, ranging from therapeutic measures to liven our psychological domain; up to even the most common things like eating quality and mouthwatering delicacies to sew up our emotional weariness. But a commonality exists within almost every one of us when it comes to handling distress; which is to store up some things inside us and never mention them to anyone. It is injurious to anyone to just lay bare flat and accumulate every atom of worry within their bowel. Some things are meant to be shared with others to ease the grilling inferno that burns our lungs through our worries about them. Similarly, some things are also just meant to remain within us. Void of any superficial engagement or external intrusion.
Some people are very extreme when it comes to reserving their words to anyone concerning their worries. While some of us are as flexible as plasticine, as we share almost everything we face with someone close to us. But either way, we all have a barrel of conserved words we bury deep within the leathery walls of the most enclosed blood vessels hidden in the muscles of our hearts. The truth is, the words we don’t say aren’t a burden. They aren’t a volatile volume of inflammable treachery that’ll combust our soul. They aren’t a betrayal to our sanity that would likely deprive us of our humanity. They aren’t a threat to our reasonable cognitive development and our progressive emotional capacity. They aren’t a means of measuring us as an outcast or seeing us as a social rebellion. I look at people and often imagine what beams through their minds. The words they don’t share and how they arrange them beautifully within their abstract state of reasoning. The words we don’t share are at times what keeps us going, a reminder that we have to make things appropriate and attend to the reasons why we developed these worrying words in the first place.
Sometimes I’m tempted to ask people, "what are the words you don’t say?"But I guess that’s what makes these unsaid words beautiful. The fact that they are impenetrable and covet. The fact that it gives me a reason to treat people with kindness; because I have no idea how much they hoard within themselves and how it may be bothering them.
The words we don’t say aren’t always a curse, they sometimes enlighten our life with purpose
An Imperfect Writer
Writing as easy as it sounds can hand down be a really difficult task and that is something most people fail to recognize. As a beginner writer, my journey so far has been filled with a lot of downs and a few ups, and a number of times, I have genuinely thought of giving up completely on writing. I started out with no advice or push whatsoever, and because I had been writing short stories in notebooks for people around me to read and they really enjoyed them, I had that belief that I could make a career out of it.
I still am of that belief, but nothing prepared me for the actual writing community and how it works the moment I decided to write stories online for the world to see and hopefully read. Still being an amateur writer in the writing space, there are few things I had to learn and still have to learn, and advice, pointers, and guidance were all I had and used to get better by the day. Out of the many pieces of advice I had gotten from people, websites, and books, one of the few that stuck out to me was one I had gotten from a close friend of mine, a person I looked up to. She advised that I should take short courses that had to deal with writing, editing, word choices, and things along that line to help me in the arrangement of my words and sentences. One of the courses I took was on the Coursera platform which was Writing, and Editing from the University of Michigan, and to be honest, my writing game has gotten significantly better. I was always of the belief that since I could write and imagine a new world or reality for people to read and be lost in, that was all it took for me to put myself out there, but that piece of advice opened my eyes. Whether it be spending a number of years or months in a writing academy physically or online or taking short courses either online or physically also, there are things we need to learn as writers, and unless we put away the pride that resides in us, humble ourselves to the point of becoming the learner and open our minds up to new methods, styles and many other key things we need to know as writers, we may never evolve and grow. Even with all these, one thing I know about myself, about my identity as a writer, is that I’m not perfect and that’s what is unique about me, that is what makes me a writer. My writing is flawed and imperfect, but that is how I feel comfortable in expressing myself. This leads me to another piece of advice I got from a friend who is a freelance writer and editor. He made me understand that writing, especially when it comes to fiction or poem doesn’t have to be fully perfect because, your style, imperfections, and flaws among many other things would draw people to your book.
I believe that if I truly am trying to create a world for people to get lost in, a character that people can relate to, a story that people can understand and get lost in, my writing can and should only be perfectly imperfect. I’ve learned that writing should be fun for the writer too and not just for the readers, and that includes incorporating your style and knowledge into your work, inevitably leaving your unmistakable mark.
Materialistic love
Science fiction has toyed with humans falling in love with Robots and AI in films like Her and Ex-Machine and we watch these films and nod our heads thinking we understand something but do we?
I think this needs a deeper and more practical Buddhist examination.
When we raise the question can Man love a machine? According to Buddhism We already have made a mistake. Because this question implies that there is something living and dead. What is sentience anyway?
There are algae in the sea for whom life means changing colour from blue to green. Now how much is that different from a lightbulb is a difficult question. Maybe what we call living and dead is just a distinction that never needed to be created.
Now let’s observe people who work with a specific object for a long time. Professional chefs feel that knives are an extension of their bodies.
Writers have a relationship with typewriters that most people don’t have with their lovers.
A Good Mechanic can have more empathy for broken cars than some doctors have for patients.
Musicians, Footballers, Craftsmen and countless other professionals experience the same thing even if they never notice it themselves or can never put it into words.
So if we assume that everything is part of wholeness beyond our understanding, what do we even do with that information?
Well, let’s start with cleaning our room. Not because an ex-Navy seal said so and we know that he must be saying something that will increase our productivity.
Let’s clean our room because maybe it’s just an extension of our body.
If your body is already a microcosm of living organisms, when does your body ends and when does the environment begin? A professional chef might need a lifetime of cutting onions to realise that a knife is a part of his body. Or maybe we should ask the question, how would we navigate the world with this information.
The answer is painstakingly simple. It’s with Love.
And even when I type this I am pressing the keyboard way too hard.
So this love is something we don’t really understand. It’s something that comes from treating objects the same way you would treat someone you love.
So when we watch films like Her or Ex-Machine what these films are really telling us is the same thing Buddhism is telling us, and we would miss the point if try to search for answers in words and “Somewhere out there”
And of course, we never want to hear that. We will continue to mistreat objects and people, but if you understand that being perfect is not the point you might be on the right track.
It’s a lifetime effort, It’s not an easy effort. But ultimately it’s the most rewarding effort.
Some people collect rocks, some people collect Hello Kitty phones.
The important takeaway is that the true superpower of human beings is boundless unconditional love, even the pixels on your screen right now are equally worthy of your compassion.
You can never truly understand the love for humans or animals if you can’t understand the love for objects, and of course, it’s true the other way around and since all these distinctions are a subject of scrutiny any way you can spin this wheel all the way around.
Let us fly
Let us fly high
Don't stop us at all
We took flight at once🦅🦅
But,
When we take it
We flown to far sky
Let the girls fly🤗🤗
Don't stop the flight
Then after you'll have the eyes👀❤️
To watch the successful flight🦅
All are servants
All are servants. The topic on which I'm to write an article is about all sorts of servants. Everyone in this world is a servant of their level. A government officer is the servant of the government, a civil officer is the servant of the public. The question is what is the job of servants? Simply we can say that to Provide better services, is the job of every single servant. But are they loyal to their jobs, maybe or maybe not. The best example is the maidservant we usually employed for our help, what they do. They did their work in two ways
(1) I front of us, they did everything excellently. They will clean the house, cooked meals with taking care of cleanliness
(2)Behind our back, the work which they actually do, to do rest, using our personal normal routine things, abuse our kids and even while cooking they don't see what they are putting in the dish etc.
The above example is very simple and can apply to all the servants of all sorts, and all levels. The point which I want to clarify is that I'm not saying that all the servants are the same, not at all. As the five fingers of a single hand are not the same in level and size, the same as in the case of servants. But except for some of these servants, most of the servants are corrupting our environment or society at their level best. As we look at the head of the state, from that point till to the end all servants are making menace. The reason behind my this article is that the disturbance present and progressing by the servant of all level is not little thing. Every servant is contributing little to this disaster and making it a big flood, which will fly away from everything with it.
At the end if we want to clean this menace from our society, every servant will have to change and clean itself from corruption. Every servant have to be honest to his or her employer, so that the world will peacefully run and everyone in its level will become happy.
DON'T LET YOUR SELF THE SERVANT,
JUST THINK I'M THE BOSS OF THIS WORK.....
Far beyond my imagination
A few months ago, I was such a person, who was scared to write a letter. My thought was that people would laugh at me if I made a mistake in writing.
One day I found out about this site through one of my classmates. who wrote articles on this site and various other such sites. Then I asked her to share her link with me. So, that I too can join this site and see how much I can write. And before the account I am writing from, I had another account called Candy, from which I had written and published two or three articles before, which was liked, on which I also received a tip. At that time I thought yes I can write and I should write more. I wrote two or three more articles but for some reason, I missed that account. And after losing that account. I was feeling very sorry that I lost that account. However, now I will write regular articles from this account by the grace of God and will share my thoughts with the world. I have got a lot of encouragement from this site.
I hope that people will like the articles, I have written and because of me people may try to write articles on their own because many people join the article site, but then don't write articles because they are afraid that if people don't like their articles. So, all their hard work will be wasted. I think so but just write and think that they will like what you have written. And in the end, I just want to say that it builds up courage in you to recognize yourself, what abilities you have inside and try to bring them out so that you can help others because those skills and could replenish the life of your readers happy.
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