Let it go

To all those wondering why I am writing about emotional stuff on a supposedly "fashion" blog, I did name mention "diaries" in the title, which kinda allows me to put forth some random thoughts that some people out there might connect to. If any of you do feel the same way or have something to suggest, please do so.

There are times when depression becomes a way of living. Sometimes there can be a specific reason which you know or you think you know. The other times we are just clueless. You might be at the best of your academic and professional performance, you can have all the emotional support you need and yet you feel you have no purpose.

The most helpful thing at times like this is to have a shoulder to cry on. You might be surprised to know who really cares about you and this will put a totally different scenario in light. You might think it is your boyfriend or girlfriend who can really understand you.It can be a sibling or a relative. I found it in my mom. 

I laughed thinking about all the times i thought she wouldnt understand what i am going through due to the number of years between us. She might not have, but she tried like no one did. 

We often wish people came with placards reading what they truly are rather than what they seem to be. The sweetest of people turn out to be the most backstabbing kind. The most taciturn of all end up being your light in the dark.

Love is a small word with infinite occurrences in this universe. Love for instance is the emotion on a pet when you return home, the pain in your mother's heart when you cry, the anger your friend shows when you ignore them, the blind faith of the destitute in god, the reason soldiers fight for our country and most of all, love is all of these and above all of these. Love is what can never divide but always unite.

One must never lose faith in love, no matter what lay ahead. Only love can provide the will to survive, change and accept. The most unsettling topic for me since i was 5 was 'after death '. What happens the exact moment we die? Do we see a colourful fast recap of all the important moments of our life, do we see our loved ones, do we know we are dying, do we feel regret if any, and the list is endless. 

What do we do about all the hurt stored in us? Do we lock it up, hurt ourselves everyday,only to let it go later? Do we take revenge to feel better? Do we drown ourselves in trying to make things better?

We grow. We not just survive. We win. We win the single sided battle where we are supposed to win. Feel the pain, feel every minute, every second of pain that you have experienced. Feel it not to experience remorse or regret but to feel the pride of surviving the worst part. Then, the best part- move on.

Each and everyone of us has a purpose, a meaning and beauty that is unique. Its meaningless that we change or lose ourselves in impressing someone, fitting in or standing out. We were meant to stand out.