Perspective

Sometime back I believed this:
Sometimes, when two broken people meet, they end up healing each other. They fill up all the cracks that lie bleeding on their souls. They soothe the broken hearts into a peaceful rhythm. They have felt how much it hurts. So they care,they understand, they protect, they nourish and they last…. anonymous ( ‘coz I dont remember where i read this)

But experience showed something else, may be two broken souls can understand how it feels to be broken inside outside, they may care but two broken souls, two broken ppl cant help each other to heal. They simply cant fill up the cracks that lie bleeding. Infact noone else can heal the broken people, broken souls. It needs a lot of courage to soothe each other’s broken hearts into a peaceful rhythm. In reality, even if you are surrounded by so many ppl, but noone is coming to heal u, to save u. It all depends on u, how to heal n most importantly to know exactly wat u want to heal !! N in all this healing drama, time plays an important part ,’coz few stopped feeling these broken parts even though they knw broken pieces but feelings vanished!!

These quotes, words unnecessarily romanticized the things, give unnecessary hopes that oh someone will come who will soothe, apply soothing balm to the broken pieces…. but this all is bullshit n more stupid, bullshit n crazy are those ( like me😜) who wasted time by believing this.
In short, no two beggars can help each other, n also no richie riches can help them either……pratyaya singh #Emotions #Perspective #Broken #brokenhearts #brokensouls

As everyone scrolls through their reels in preparation to post their yearly highlights, some people won’t have much to glance at. But does this really mean that they’ve had a shitty year? Or that they have no worth, or nothing to be proud of? I don't think so.

The thing is, I truly believe that it doesn’t matter what your camera reel looks like - whether you’ve got images of flashy holidays and fancy cars or simply no pics at all, it is not a reflection of your year or life for that matter. Everyone is on their own journey and moving at their own pace, so try not to compare. Comparing your own progress (or lack thereof) to someone else’s is only going to get you down. So try keep your eye on your own journey. Embrace your flaws and any weirdness and quirks you may have, because hey lets face it we all weren't born Beyonce.

Whether you know it or not, you have already survived so much in life, and that is worth acknowledging. Not everyone comes out of their challenges and setbacks stronger and the fact that you did not let them defeat you is something to be proud of. Not everything in life is a movie but I do believe there is always something to sing about.

Your biggest win should be simply getting through the year because there are so many others that did not make it this far for various reasons. Whether you did it with a big smile on your face, tears streaming or a bit of both then give yourself a high fucking five. You made it. If only we all could post that feeling, then social media might be a different place.#NewYear #Gratitude #MentalHealth #Perspective

The mind is a really simple vessel, cells fire and synapses connect and blood flows, limbs move, eyes blink, you think. You’re squirrel brain is the amygdala and the cause of primitive anxiety. Fear. We all feel it once in a while like the feeling of not being alone in your own room. Like someone is watching.
The brain overactive and exhausted sees things, fights invisible ghosts.

My last episode, I tried to end world war 3. How did I do? An exhausting brain and an over worked mind can lapse from real world and dip into fantasy. That’s what my brain did. I didn’t believe people could die. And I didn’t want to ever again. I was on my front lawn next to a suicide awareness sign, screaming, and things became blurry. The police came, the ambulance came. I hugged a police officer. Screamed peace and love could end war. I could have been shot. He let me hug him. I stepped into an ambulance. I was restrained. My oh my, the squirrel brain can do some crazy things when your mind is overdone and wired for sound. The ambulance screamed with me trying to understand world peace, with me in the stretcher, trying to understand world peace. I spent much of the time in restraints, trying to understand world peace.

The world is a zip code of chaos. Wherever you go war and take out differ. Where I am the take out is pretty bland and war is 6000 miles away. But in Ukraine, or Nigeria, or Iraq or Egypt or Iran- take out exists and everyone must eat.

And here I am waving flags of peace. And I have been lucky to never see war. I am not weak for wishing for peace. I am not weak for never seeing war. I am lucky.

I am grateful. I am grateful that my squirrel brain doesn’t get me shot. And I don’t see war torn streets. I wave flags of peace but have never seen war in these streets. I am not a peace seeker. I have always kept peace, even in my chaos, my grass is green and the kids play in their yards. I am lucky and grateful.

War is a day dream. And war is sleeping where I live. And the police officer I hugged on my front yard who put handcuffs on my back? Could have been so much worse. Not even in a war, I mean what if I was black?
I am white. I live in a small town, next to the one I grew up in. It could have been so different. Not Ukraine, what if it was just my pigment of my skin? What if the police had no training in mental illness? What if? I sit here typing this out trying to make sense of all
of what I have recently witnessed.

What am I even complaining about? I say I stay perseverent. I am being foolish. When you talk about being black manic and white and manic, my episode sounds stupid. And also generalizing black and white without adding socioeconomic status, and all that. It’s too deep an issue to grasp or for me to truly say I understand. I am just looking back at what happened and I am still embarrassed.

Sorry, I made this political and racial, I just meant to stay lucid. There is nothing I can say about this. Our heartbeats all beat the same. Our brains all fire different. Our pigment and zip code really make one person free and the other a statistic.

I just wanted to end the war. An impossiblity. Maybe I just wanted to end the war in my head.

#Truth #Poetry #Perspective