There are many times when life can hit you so hard and makes you fall, but that doesn’t mean that you should fall and continue to stay there. You can always get back up again when life knocks you down. There is no a success story without failure. Always remember this, life can knock you down seven times, but you can decide and get back up again for the eighth times. You must learn how to manage your failures. And select your comeback.You must learn how to rise up when life knocks you down. Dust yourself up and try again!!!
Yes I need to save the remains of me before you send me 6ft under the ground. If I'm strong enough to love you then I should be strong enough to gather the remains of my broken heart and move....I Say No! to abusive and toxic relationship and yes to self love and the right kind of love.
This is for me and for you, let's keep striving....It's okay to fall many times but makesure you dust yourself up and try again and again...don't wait for people to lift you up, fact is everyone is also fighting a battle within, be your own greatest Fan and trust only in God. It's okay to take a break and rest but Never give up!
And then she locked herself up in her room . " Ouch ! " She screamed as she slipped off and fell on her couch ." It hurts so much when you slip " , by this line she meant a lot. she looked blankly amidst the darkness . The dark night looked less darker than her at that moment. she sat down , straight ! Fingers clutched, tighted locked and took a deep breath. Deep enough not to exhale . Trying to say herself ;" I don't care much now" ..she bursted out into an ocean . Ocean of feelings pain, rejection , hatred and ignorance .
She slipped off her couch , sat on the floor banged the mat and leaned against the wall , rolled on the carpet and cried . Cried her lungs out. Cried until her stomach started aching , her lips started shaking , her body started shivering and her eyes spoke ; ENOUGH .
She gradually stopped . Freed her clutch, wiped her tears and looked at the clock . "Oh ! I have a class , where's my phone" she whispered and unlocked herself out of the room .
P.S - Today she didn't cry for someone leaving her , she cried for losing her old self . That old self who used to do literally everything for that person , without being asked for. Today she refused to write a simple assignment for him . She did this for the first time in three years ; because today she is tired of him . Tired because today she is just an option for him .. today she is not his priority. Yes today , she gave up on him . Today she celebrated her growth . This may be a simple thing for the world . But for her this is the beginning of her " New Era " . From today she is not gonna prioritize anyone except her own self . " Renaissance" is what's being depicted .
I have never been, and probably never will be one of those spirited girls you've been so used to seeing. The ones who're confident about their decisions. The ones who wear the latest trend and go to movies with friends and lie to their parents so that they can go on a mini vacation with their boyfriend. The girls who know precisely what lipstick to wear, which foundation to choose. I second guess my decisions on most days. Even before beginning to read a book... I think, again and again and again. I find myself struggling to choose the middle path, that'd help me put myself as a priority and also not hurt anyone unnecessarily. I don't know makeup. But I'm learning. Not because society expects me to. Simply because I like it. Some days when I don't even have to go anywhere, I get all dressed up and put on my favorite earrings, the nicest tint of pink in my collection of lipsticks... take a few selfies... and then go to sleep. I find it hard to lie... especially to people I love. So a secret mini vacation might not be possible. You probably wouldn't feel comfortable showing me off to your friends. I'm boring... that's how most people would define me. I know I wouldn't find their jokes funny. I don't know the latest celebrity gossip... or of cricket clubs and football leagues. There won't be any common interests and I'd end up either stifling myself or annoying them to death... with my measured presence. And trust me on this, I'd not let any sexist remark pass by. I'd either expect an apology or I'd leave. Making the situation awkward for you and your friends as well. So I understand your reluctance. I understand this hesitation. I know it's difficult to choose something that appears dull but glows on the inside... over things that glitter and catch attention, in the blink of an eye.
••• Here breadcrumbs means giving attention- enough for a lover to stay, not enough to let him ask you to be accountable of your actions. (Poor selfless love) You're treating him as an option as per your convenience. Rot!