Game Of Pleasing

 

I came across this picture today and I instantly felt very horrible. This is what we’re conveying to the young ones!

How much important it is to look good? Why do we have this ‘perfect’ figure definition to feel confident? Is it bad to have few more ounces on your body? How does the weight of the body can define a person? I really want an answer to these questions.

This isn’t the first time I’m feeling so disgusted! We are living in a world where stuff that pleases your eyes is good, be it a pair of shoes or some clothes or a person! Now adding a person into this above category of eye pleasing stuff is something that makes me feel disgusting. Like really? Having a pair of shoes that isn’t comfortable but still looks good might be fine (though I prefer comforting ones) or maybe a dress that looks lovely but isn’t making you feel comfortable might be okay too, but choosing people on the basis of their looks is just so insensitive and moronic!

We are so much focused on pleasing people that we actually forget about our own comfort! I would want to be in a society where people will be like ‘hey so what if you have a few more ounces on your body, just let it be’,  ‘you’ve got wonderful tanned skin’, ‘hey don’t worry, you look just awesome’. Is it really burdensome to accept the way people are! I wonder…

Colour Palette Of Emotions 

Life is always colourful, emotions take on different colours. Colours say a lot about about you! People bleed emotions and colours help them. When you are happy, you will put on a bright yellow, or an orange or maybe green. When gloomy, you’ll naturally go for darker shades, a blue which is almost black, or maybe grey which defines your wounds are fresh. 

Too much pain have different language, depression have different expression, a bipolar rambler will choose black, pitch black. A schizophrenic will choose strokes of dark colours in black, which eventually makes it chaotic. 

“But all the colours will agree in dark”, she said. Because she knew dark the best. 

A beautiful thought it is. Often we think it has no end, the pain you feel, the way it hurts and the way it churns your insides, and makes you feel nauseating. The way it contaminates your existence and makes your survival tough, it feels as if it will never end! But it does, it ends, with time it will all heal, it might take some time but it will surely heal. So hang in there, it will gradually pass.

Forlorn Bit


People keep telling you this cliché things, “you know I’m there for you”, “count on me babe”, “I would walk the earth for you”! Whatever 

But then when you need a ride home after a long day at work, or you want to talk to someone when you are lonely, or someone to talk to at 2am, they are too busy or they are simply not there. No I don’t want you to walk the earth for me. Not unless I am walking along with you.

Warrior 


Some doors were closed, not because it wasn’t meant to be but because it didn’t do any good! She understood that closing what doesn’t serve you is way of life. Things come and go, so does people. You can choose to learn and let it go or to hold on, hold on to something that’s edgy, rough and is going to hurt you, sooner rather than later. So why hold on a sword from its blade and hurt yourself? Hold it right and you will be a warrior darling, and she became one!