I don't know what went wrong. I just don't.
Ever had that feeling, where you can see it all go away? Where you know nothing will ever be the same. When you just sit, and think, where did I go wrong?
That helplessness. You think back to when it started, and what you could have done differently. Ever?
Then you start doubting yourself every time you make that move. You loose confidence.
Looking at the others look so strong, you start undermining yourself. You get intimidated. All those 'what-if's pass through your mind. You are convinced that you are no good.
You can feel the change in you. Good or bad, that's for you to decide.
Until the day you become your own monster.
Their proud faces are now just a part of that Good 'ol memory lane.
You begin to wonder where that part of you disappeared.
Try so hard. Take your chances. Search under every pillow, every blanket, every damn nook.
Still, no luck. You lose hope.
You start giving up.
Until one day, it all just becomes a memory.
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When people generally refer to memories, why are only the good ones savored? Why not the bad ones?
They are a part of you. They made you, what you are today. They helped shape you that way. That's what sets you apart from the crowd.
Your mistakes, your sufferings. They are an integral part of you.
The real you.
Ever had that feeling, where you can see it all go away? Where you know nothing will ever be the same. When you just sit, and think, where did I go wrong?
That helplessness. You think back to when it started, and what you could have done differently. Ever?
Then you start doubting yourself every time you make that move. You loose confidence.
Looking at the others look so strong, you start undermining yourself. You get intimidated. All those 'what-if's pass through your mind. You are convinced that you are no good.
You can feel the change in you. Good or bad, that's for you to decide.
Until the day you become your own monster.
Their proud faces are now just a part of that Good 'ol memory lane.
You begin to wonder where that part of you disappeared.
Try so hard. Take your chances. Search under every pillow, every blanket, every damn nook.
Still, no luck. You lose hope.
You start giving up.
Until one day, it all just becomes a memory.
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When people generally refer to memories, why are only the good ones savored? Why not the bad ones?
They are a part of you. They made you, what you are today. They helped shape you that way. That's what sets you apart from the crowd.
Your mistakes, your sufferings. They are an integral part of you.
The real you.
Deep and thought provoking . Heart rendering too . Almost everybody goes through this phase . The helplessness . The change . And lemme tell you this - You have very beautifully crafted these feelings into words . I can totally relate with it . Soo glad i came across this blog , waiting for more such posts :)
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Thank you Shonazee :)
DeleteBeautiful post, indeed :)
ReplyDeleteNicely crafted.
And a very valid point that the bad/painful memories should be equally savored as we savour the good memories :)
Thanks Jigar :D
DeleteI stumbled upon your blog by chance and I love the rhythm of your words. And your post got the gears rotating in my mind, got me thinking! Job well done :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Nida :)
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