It’s not just one thing that ticks my head late at night, but a million things. Because, to my mind being worry-free is a foreign concept which it cannot adhere to. The mind is its own, seeking constant worries to indulge in, and life always complies. When one gets solved, it consumes in another. It can never end; it never does. An infinite ripple effect set in motion. This is what I live with.

You would think life would be easy, but would it ever? We keep chasing dreams and happiness. But when is it ever enough? Are we ever content? We can have it all yet one thing so irrelevant could bring down your estate. Because, in the end, it is chaos that we seek and chaos that we thrive in.

In our hurry to dismiss our lingering pasts, we forget how they are lurking in corners, following our every move, hoping it takes them further away from you. But then come the present day, so easy to dial your number and say, ‘I miss you’. And all the progress you’ve made up until that point, becomes undone. And you’re stuck between your present and your past, and you wish you knew what your choice should be. Let the phone go unanswered, or give in. But once you pick up, it’s too late. You’ve given them another window. Hence it’s chaos all over again.

Even though there are days I loathe my existence, there are a very few moments I’m glad you made me. I hate the life I had to live, but I also have a ton of sweet early childhood memories from a father that was perfectly ideal. Even though I felt neglected later on, I am still content in knowing that I was at some point a thing that gave you a reason to exist. Happy Birthday Bappa, I love you more than I will ever tell you.

If words would reassure you, words are all I have, if my kisses would reassure you kisses are all I have. If all of me would reassure you, I am all I have. Anything to tell you you mean the world to me. 

If this is stupidity, well paint me retarded, for I am all in and there’s no changing my mind. 

Every day is a struggle between becoming the best version of yourself and reaching your maximum capabilities of sustaining. There are days where I don’t understand why I try, or why I continue living when life isn’t all that. It feels like an overrated show I got tricked into purchasing and one now I’m stuck watching.

Being truthful to yourself is harder than what’s it made out to be. We live disillusioned lives afraid if we admit to our realities our minds would fester in everything that is wrong.

“Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can’t get any better, it can.”

― Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight

It’s spectacular the way life carries you around, always afloat yet barely breathing. We are stronger than we realise because even when everything is crumbling, we wake up every day and hope. We hope it gets better, we hope we find love and, we hope we make it home. After years and years of doing the same Jazz, you wonder if it ever gets better. And my answer always is that, yes, it does. I can’t tell you when and I can’t tell you how. But what I know is, as long as it doesn’t get better, we are still a work in progress. And I can only pray that I too believe these words as I write them down.

The first night you came over, I ditched my friends to come and see you. And after that, around the clock, you were always my top priority. Everyone and everything else came second. Maybe I knew how important it was to seize this moment because it wouldn’t last forever. It didn’t. Luckily I still have my friends to fall back on. I just really miss you.

Why do we think by keeping everything that weighs us down to ourselves we are doing a favour to everyone else. As they shouldn’t be upset over the messes we’ve made.

Would you love me despite being the sad shit-show that I am? Would you bother to see all my scars and ask me where it hurts? Would you want to know why I cry myself to sleep and what calms me? Would you be here when I need you? not just today, but everyday? Am I asking for too much? Do you think a person this broken could love you too, the way you deserve?