i want to live a slow life because lately i forgot to breathe.

You will realize humans are so flawed; their lives are not as amazing as they portrayed or as you thought. They are curbed by their own insecurities, and, my love, the pedestal you held someone onto was always just in your own head.

I want a slow life. I am just too tired. I don't have the energy to complain or to give explanations to anyone. I want to breathe and feel my every breath bringing me back to life.

Most of the drama we humans participate in thinking life as its scriptwriter, but the truth is, we were the only creators of it.

When I was young, I thought adults' lives were so sorted. They are smart; they don’t gossip; they don’t misunderstand anyone; they are not scared of being emotionally rich; they talk so well; they don’t pass snide remarks; they don’t hurt other humans; they live peacefully because they are adults. But now I am an adult, and I see my parents, my neighbours, and all my relatives, only to realize they are all kids wrongly in adult bodies, customized to act like adults. But the truth is, there are no adults, and nobody truly knows what being an adult means. They are just kids in old, wrinkled bodies with a small brain, just like how we were once—gossiping, playing, and even hurting others, thinking when we grow up, we will be better, but we are not better even today.

Adults no longer make sense to me. They are just like me, you, and us. I don't care anymore.

I realized the only type of people I want in my life are those who are emotionally rich—those who can speak their hearts out so I don’t have to translate their emotions through their expressions and empty words. I want our emotions to be safe. I want to be read, but more, I want to speak. I want to be heard, and I am ready to give all of this back with multiplicity and immense love.

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