There are always going to be challenges and issues but all of it comes down to a level where a compromise is needed. It's not necessary to compromise on everything, but on some things you can and the other your partner can. If I could call compromise something, then it can also be called as mutual ground.
Just remember - never lose a person who always wants to be with you, no matter what! They are there to stay and they will always stay!
Do you feel the same? Do let me know in the comments, I'd appreciate that.
There are going to be a lot of problems in your life, some minor and some major. At times you would feel like giving up on life, but that's when you need the understand the circle of life. It was always meant to be this hard and rough. Life would never be a bed of roses. So, the best you can do is to learn to live with your problems.
Relationships are supposed to be commitments to stick by each other's sides when the going gets tough. Commitment to heal and grow with each other. Commitment to support each other in emotional and spiritual journey in which you choose love and growth over temporary pleasures and validations from others. That's because the most beautiful relationships have taken real work!
Whomsoever feels the same, I pray for you everyday no matter what, no matter where you are. I truly understand what you're going through, but there are going to be tough times in life where literally no one would be standing beside you. That will hurt, a lot, but it doesn't mean you should give up, take up that pain, wipe off those tears and get up for you have the whole world to conquer!
do you think insanity starts with the vanity in one's sanity?
you've got eyes to see and yet look how blind you are to emotions, to your heart, to yourself you've got voice to scream and yet look how you whisper to an empty brain box, to the air around, to the void within you've got fingers to caress and yet look how you hold a blade to play, to scare, to cut
too sane, ain't you?
you've got beautiful words to say you've got soft hands to hold you've got feelings to care and there you go, breakin' hearts, smokin' away, drinkin' down all your misery there you go, running long because you've got steady legs to run and see how you do and see how they do what they are meant to you've got steady legs that run and yet look how sometimes you just can't.
when you decide to draw a line do you also decide how bright it would be? when you draw a line do you realise one smudge can make an irrevocable change?
between all the love and hate do you see the silver? one light blow to it and do you see how it makes both the sides shimmer?
hypocrisy highlights the truth and deceives the conceit so when you recognize it, between the applause and annoyance do you draw the line? maybe a little bit of one in other blends perfectly like bourbon and a splash of water.
have you noticed hints of different shades make some of the most beautiful fine art? how blue skies with pink strokes and fifty shades of grey become overwhelmingly enchanting?
it all starts with a line noticeably thick or ignorably thin but it does and when you know how far you should smudge it it is all what makes the difference.
so trust me when i say let's draw a line and when i say let's draw a line let's.
it's comforting, the colour blue when it spreads wide with hints of dovish whites when it finds its truce with the kingly turquoise . when you look at someone . blue suffices the soul blue is its ultimacy when it's healing, when it's at the right place when it's at peace with itself . blue is the soul music . a loner's chance at love a dying man's last wish a woman's honour a man's emotions all different shades of blue waiting for a nod . untouched and unexplored . blue is all things good blue is all things brave blue is the unborn feelings not yet acknowledged and in the strokes of this comforting colour my favourite one exists in your eyes
at ten in the morning while i was having my breakfast on my bed while i scrolled through memes and forwarded it to my friends what were you thinking? while i was laughing uncontrollably were you contemplating the meaning of life? were you thinking that the laughs don't make any more sense to you now or were you standing in your balcony wondering that the birds chirping didn't sound so good and that the curtain of superficiality doesnt appeal you anymore?
when i woke up this morning thinking i have nothing to do today but just watch a comedy or a thriller movie, what were you thinking? did you wake up thinking that this was the last sunrise you wanted to see and that there were no days, people, moments you were looking forward to? or did you just not sleep the whole night contemplating if you really wanted to go away and find your peace?
last night while i closed the curtains and switched on the air conditioner to make my surrounding cozy so that i can sleep well what were you thinking? did you cry yourself at night wetting your pillows and the blanket edges or did you let your heart break crack by crack wanting to let it happen anyway? did you stop hoping from this bright light so much because your soul reeked of darkness? was there not even a little space where the light could have hidden? did we frustrate you so much? did we kill you slowly?
when i was gossiping with my girlfriends in our whatsapp group and complaining how unfair the life could be what were you thinking? were you firm on returning back to where you came from or maybe you thought you want to see one more day, the last one, really the last one? did you run around your house to find a cloth or a blade or just looked at that beautifully decorated balcony with little plants to jump out from or had you already planned the course of events?
what were you thinking when that moment had finally arrived? did you feel like you are going to miss the train as it kept moving, slow, and then fast, while you tried to get a hold of that compartment pole or did you feel like you were already in that moving train, with a breezy window seat but now you wanted to get down and the train didnt seem to stop so you finally just jumped out of it?
what were you thinking? what were you thinking? why wouldn't you let us know?
what was i thinking? what was i thinking when all of this happened? why wasnt i able to figure out? why wasnt i able to know more of you?
we failed, and as we cry in despair we hope that you lay in peace in a world you desperately wanted to visit.
A parachute fuelled with Thousand memories A playlist of laughs And sweet moans A collection of last pages Red hearts scribbled on With our initials in it And the flames of our names, The air that you just breathed out The air that I just breathed in It smells the same Of love and longing Of passion and persistence. Love is a drug so tasteful A medicine to cure A poison to kill An armament to war And you don't seem to know What you want What you desire To murder Or to attain peace To gain penance Or to end it with One swift slit.
you sit there mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed wondering how to deal with the why-am-I-never-enough feeling struggling to acknowledge your emotions struggling to stifle them, sometimes and as you wander in the unnamed places
a dear friend texts: "this is so frustrating. i don't know what to do!" followed by a series of crying emoticons. and like a push button activating you exit the Instagram and you exit that corner of your mind labelled "self" and you Genie yourself strong, obedient and attentive.
you ask them what's going on you ask them if they are okay. and when they say they aren't you try to be an uncertified therapist preaching them with your know-all knowledge giving them options and alternate scenarios pointing out the what-ifs and but-thens reminding them of their reversed attitude and the effortless pain that they faced.
you act like sand that the water gorges on the sand that still is somehow there like the rainbow originating from nowhere but still leading you to your destination You tear their whites from the blacks while You forget yours.
you act like a piece of iron you act like an ocean and as you do, you try your best to put the band-aids on the scars of the people, and sometimes rip them off, too to let their wounds rest to set the fire off to heal them
and while every bruise you nurse and every crack that you fill up do you ever wonder if you help heal others hoping it to heal yourself?
i learned the process of making wine one needs to be prudent enough -
you start with harvesting first, judicious to pick up the grapes sweet, flavoured and acidic just like you are picked - beautiful, selfish, brave you sort them, and sometimes bad ones just hang around
then comes the crushing to let the juice get additional tannins, flavour and color to let out all the good and bad like heartbreaks and incomparable loyalty like scars and the tinted band-aids
now, allow it to ferment by adding wild yeast until sugar turns into alcohol moonshine, firewater, they call it like a spark igniting a fortunate volcano the chaos reverberating as chosen silence
we're almost there it's time for clarification - clean removal of tannins, proteins and dead yeast clean removal of toxicity, destruction, hatred take your sore time as you do it
and now, all we have to do is aging and bottling - aging in oak barrels, stainless steel tanks or bottles that makes the wine reach its optimal flavour the flavour of experiences, stories, mysteries grave dilemmas and raw indecisiveness
and when you're done you bottle it up through years making it better turning underlying water into an elixir turning your mess into an abstract art
you bottle it all up and know as it gets older, it becomes better as you get older, you become finer