Inspired Inscribes ~ 38

There is a story hidden within each one of us. Waiting to be told, carefully hidden behind those cracks and crevices. It beckons you from those dark deep corners... especially in those long nights, ones that are lonely and scary.

Hello anxiety!

**(Trigger Warning: Anxiety attack / Panic attacks)**
In a recent conversation with a friend, I realized how living with anxiety is somehow in-describable in words. So this is an attempt to do that!

Bookish Musings # 3

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. 

Note to Self: Monday Motivation

Because there will never be enough reminders in life - to love, laugh, live and most importantly be kind to your self before spreading it to people around you!

Counting years

I turned a year older last week and it has been one of the most free-feeling birthday I have had in decades. Being born under an inauspicious star, the stigma associated with birthdays refused to leave me till I left the house for further studies. But as fate would have had it, I ended up with someone who was equally conservative about birthdays, dates, birth stars and the auspiciousness around it. It didn't take me that long to walk out of it as much as it took me to heal myself of all those accusations and learn how to celebrate myself.

This year, I got myself gifts after a decade or so of mourning. The minimalist me went shopping for clothes and lucky me, I found a perfect birthday dress in my size within half an hour. (Believe me when I say this, it is no mean feat to find something that I want in my size and THIS for me was a sign from the universe that it is high time I let go of everything that was and embrace everything that is to celebrate everything that will be!)

Someone Somewhere

Someone somewhere will always find you not enough Someone somewhere will see you as a failure Someone somewhere will always manage to find faults in you Someone somewhere will think you are incapable of doing anything right Someone somewhere will assume you are wrong

Of Skin & Scars

What happens when you wear the cloak of loneliness for too long?
It becomes your second skin.
So much so that people ignore it completely. Only you know how uncomfortable you are in it. Every time you face yourself in the mirror a volcano of feelings erupts in your mind. Slowly, starting from the pit of your stomach the lava travels to your chest, warming up the alleys as it goes upwards. After setting your heart on fire, it then reaches for your eyes from where the lava threatens to leak before engulfing your entire body in its heat wave... leaving you with no choice but to burn with agony in it.
The agony of being lonely. The agony of left unseen. Unheard. Unknown.