You cannot be great by acting like larger than life, confident beings with heated words, colourful metaphors and fake conviction; used to entertain the mediocre. It doesn’t make you god. And it definitely, will not fool the shit out of real rationality.
You tried so hard, you tried consistently.
You say you did, but, did you really?
You seem unhappy, you are always depressed.
It takes the best of you and you claim to have panic attacks.
But all you do is ‘try’.
Why is it that you ‘try’?
You dont ‘do’ you just ‘try’.
You try to fight for what you want.
You try to fix what went wrong.
Is it that you console yourself?
Or is it that you actually ‘try’?
Because, what you and I, both don’t realise is that ‘trying’ is a ‘thought’ and not an ‘act’.
‘Try’ is a ‘barrier’, a ‘hurdle’, a ‘rock’.
So don’t you ‘try’, don’t you dare ‘try’.
Just do what you can, and then do what you can’t.
Do that which is ‘mad’, do that which is ‘bad’.
Do that which is ‘wrong’, do that what makes you ‘strong’.
Because whether you like it or not.
“YOU ARE DYING ALONE”.
Once there lived a man among the hills who possessed a statue wrought by an ancient master. It lay at his door face downward and he was not mindful of it.
One day there passed by his house a man from the city, a man of knowledge, and seeing the statue he inquired of the owner if he would sell it.
The owner laughed and said, “And pray who would want to buy that dull and dirty stone?”
The man from the city said, “I will give you this piece of silver for it.”
And the other man was astonished and delighted.
The statue was removed to the city, upon the back of an elephant. And after many moons the man from the hills visited the city, and as he walked the streets he saw a crowd before a shop, and a man with a loud voice was crying, “Come ye in and behold the most beautiful, the most wonderful statue in all the world. Only two silver pieces to look upon this most marvelous work of a master.”
Thereupon the man from the hills paid two silver pieces and entered the shop to see the statue that he himself had sold for one piece of silver.
Thinking about how a person changes in no time, And being called that person who changed so much. Made me hate myself to the extent I wanted to kill myself. But what are we taught in everyday experiences, and what advice do we give people, when they talk to us about the same things happening to them. We tell them to make it right. We tell them that they have a choice. We make a move for their favor. If we are too sincere. We tell them life is short, make it right, take the step before time flies.
One of my professors once said that if you want to make yourself and your situation better, do this: Step out of yourself, and look at yourself as another person, and give your self advice as a second person, and above all implement that advice.
It helps, it really does. Most of the times, in life, we take responsibility of the advice we give others very sincerely, especially when we see the sadness in someone’s eyes.
In the same way if we see ourselves like that, and get too emotionally sincere, give ourselves advice and implement it. We do become better.
I stepped out of me, looked at me, and thought, if you are being told you misunderstood, maybe you did. Get over it, and accept. It’s not everyday a person actually says sorry out loud. Whether they mean it or not, doesn’t really matter at this point. they said it, problem solved.
Now grow up, and act like a mature person. Do your part, say sorry. You miss them and you know it. They were important. Accept it.