Wake up to reality

Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world. The longer you live, the more you realize that the only things that truly exist in this reality are merely pain, suffering and futility. Listen, everywhere you look in this world, wherever there is light, there will always be shadows to be found as well. As long as there is a concept of victors, the vanquished will also exist. The selfish intent of wanting to preserve peace, initiates war and hatred is born in order to protect love. There are nexuses causal relationships that cannot be separated.

Yes, we feel.

                                                                 

We experience various emotions from sadness to happiness to frustration to loneliness and so forth. It is possible to feel excessively. We can experience extreme joy and extreme sorrow over seemingly insignificant events. Why are you letting your emotions govern you, others ask? Then, we frequently find ourselves asking, "Am I feeling too much?" Am I being too dramatic? "Am I overthinking this?" I should ask myself, "Do I really need to control what I feel?" All I'm trying to convey is that you should stop downplaying and dismissing your emotions since they are perfectly normal.

You have every right to feel the way you do, even if your emotions aren't always sensible or original. Let go of any advice you may have received regarding how you should or should not feel. You must pay attention to the voice of your spirit and treasure your inner truth. Keep in mind that you are free to feel anything you want.

Your emotions are valid, and they matter. It's acceptable to feel excessively because when you're feeling, you can appreciate how others feel. I believe that those that experience excessive emotion are the ones who sincerely love. Keep in mind that you don't need anyone's permission or approval to feel. People that are able to feel you and your emotions will never be critical of how you feel; instead, they will respect it.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒

Our human life is a guest house,

Every morning is a new arrival,

Every day brings a new visitor,

Either a joy, a sadness, a peace or tiredness,

Someone comes as an unexpected visitor,

Builds bond ship, create memories and then leaves,

Then, again someone enters our life and then leaves,

It goes on the same,

Thus, our life is a guest house,

People visiting and leaving,

Be it an entertaining visitor or melancholy visitor,

Meet them at the door laughing and welcome them,

Human life-A guest house,

Having a new visitor each day.

 

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Are you happy?

One time my friend ask me how are you doing? Are you happy? I absolutely felt happy and I am doing great were my answers. It's because I am always surrounded by friends, family and loved ones. Yet, one night at around 2am when everything became so silent and dark I realize I have been all alone this whole time and everyone of them were just mere illusion I created. I could still remember walking all by myself down the street. I could still remember myself hugging pillow tighter this time because there is no one to comfort me. In need I could find myself, me and I. Never did I find any of them whom I can share my happy moment. But not the sad one. Whom I could celebrate a exhilarating moment with yet, can't find when I am at my lowest point. At this time, I knew that m alone this whole time. Even so, m afraid of sharing the bitter truth. 

                  

                                                                                           

Looking Through My Window

Sitting on a cozy bed in my room,

Looking out through my window dazed

at how beautiful it is outside,

My window is the way to a new world,

Leaving behind my worries and stress for a while.

 

As the rain drops fell on the window glass,

I just touched my warm hand on it,

Feeling it's coolness and refreshing,

My tired and stressed mind.

 

As I head the birds chirping in the distance,

It gave me soothing peace in my heart,

As my eyes got encountered with the dark clouds,

The dark phases of my life came vividly aching my heart.

 

A little bright light was behind the dark clouds,

I saw the sun rising with its rays piercing through the sky,

Shining like diamonds brightening the darkness with it's light,

Then I realized, life is meant to go through both dark and bright phase of life.

 

Then my attention got dragged to a group of kids,

Who were giggling and playing with fun,

I thought, may be childhood days are the best,

With no stress, no worries, no pains and no heartbreaks.

 

Little things hurt me and I experience a lot now,

Ahh, I have entered the world of adulthood,

Each day, I am getting matured,

Exploring and experiencing for my betterment.

 

"Namgay, what are you doing with your phone? Don't you have exam?" The voice of my mom came behind me,

I was lost in thoughts, holding phone typing something,

A laptop kept on beside me with piles of notes,

To be inserted in my memory called called brain.

 

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜.

 

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Life is a Circle

 

One day a man looks from the balcony, his eyes saw an apple. Eyes cannot go there so his leg went there, his leg cannot catch the apple, so his hand catches the apple, his hand cannot eat it, so his mouth ate the apple, his mouth cannot keep the apple, so his stomach kept the apple. Than the owner saw it came running towards this man and bet him in his bump with a stick, bump has no relation with this but got hit so  that’s why tears rolled down his eyes because at the beginning his eyes saw the apple.

That’s what we call karma.💬