It’s one thing to not have something. It’s another to be told you can’t have it. I have spent most part of my life not giving up. I thought I was being Stronger; that the more I hold on to things, the more they will hold on to me. Then it came a time when giving up was the only strong act I could do. I resisted it initially. The spell didn’t work. I was weak. Turned out the more I held on to things, the more they got chaotic. The harder I worked for/on something, the worse it felt when I couldn’t get it. The modern day jabberwocky, plagued with the disease to be opinionated, caused labyrinth of emotions and relationships. The world showed you one path, your family/friends the other. But what about the path your heart wanted to discover? And then somewhere between “trying too hard” and “not trying enough”, the act of realization popped in. Wild and weary – human Soul is not meant to be caged. In its true existence, it is free from shackles of bonds and confusions.It doesn’t need attachment nor does it need animosity. A soul that can surmount negative inhibitions and surpass the guilt of trying harder than enough is stronger than the soul that doesn’t even attempt.
I made an attempt. Hence I am here. And I know one day all of it will make sense. The unsaid words will bespoke, the feelings will unravel. Regrets will die. Indecisions will matter no more. Expectations will drown. The heart will beat in its original form. And the wings will spread and fly. Because that’s what they were made for.
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