At first, loneliness feels overwhelming, like it’s consuming you from within. You worry about surviving when everyone else is gone. However, as time passes, you grow accustomed to solitude. You find solace in being alone, avoiding crowds, and preferring the company of like-minded individuals. You learn to appreciate the quiet, even finding comfort in your own tears, screams, and shouts, which often go unheard.
As you navigate life, you begin to understand its harsh realities. You develop a sense of detachment from superficial relationships – people who pretend to care but secretly sabotage your life, and those who only befriend you to gossip about your personal affairs. You realize that much of what surrounds you is not authentic.
You start to let go of people, places, and energies that don’t resonate with you. You become more reserved, speaking only when necessary, avoiding unnecessary relationships, and refraining from sharing your inner thoughts with others. You strip away the non-essential from your life, embracing simplicity.
In this newfound simplicity, you find peace. Your life, once chaotic, becomes more streamlined. You focus on what truly matters – your own well-being. You prioritize your own needs, embracing the quiet, uncomplicated life that brings you solace.
-Mamta-
A long time ago, I gave up writing poetry.
ReplyDeleteNow, when I look back, I feel it was almost silly.
Why tell the world how we feel?
Why expose our ugliest sides to people?
Who is really interested in your story anyway?
No one.
Every soul creates its own story the moment it enters this world.
Who would feel happy listening to a sob story filled with foolishness, countless mistakes, strange choices, a slow and uneventful life, no achievements, no dreams, and a lone wolf who somehow managed to spend her entire life alone?
People are naturally drawn to stories that make them feel happier, give them hope, or motivate them to achieve something in their own lives.
In this fast-moving world, who would want to waste even a few minutes listening to the life of a loser?
So, this insignificant loser gave up writing a long time ago.
I stopped putting my feelings into words.
I stopped expressing them through poetry.
Maybe some stories are better left unwritten.
And maybe some feelings are better kept to yourself.