I breathe passion. That's how I'm. I don't know another way of living. Everything is extreme for me. When I laugh, I laugh till my stomach aches. If I cry, you can expect an ocean of tears. If I love, I eat love, I drink love, I sleep love, I become the love. And don't you dare to make me hate you. If you do that, you will be the last person alive on this planet except me and yet I won't look at you eye in the eye. This is how I perceive life. I don't know any shackles that can bind me. No one can control me. Whatever I do, I'm in it.Am I being crazy? Is it bad to be real? Even though I'm asking these questions, I really don't care for the answers. This is what makes me, ME. I'm not passionate. I'm the passion.
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Which things are kept hidden? The things which are always feared. The question is which are those things? And when you think like this, you will get the most unexpected answer to this question. Those are nothing but love and pain. Kept hidden under one mask or another. People think hatred, violence, ugliness are the thongs which need to be feared. But, that's not the case. We are so open and loud when we express hatred. We always talk about violence in one way or other. We despise it, but, still, we don't finish it by not mentioning. Instead, we keep chewing it. And now ask someone whom or how much he or she loves? Or ask him whether he is in pain? and what hurts him? You will never get an honest and complete answer. Isn't it surprising? Why do people hesitate to accept their love or their pain? Because we have never been taught to love or accept love. We have always been taught to stay happy and not show any grief. We have been ta...
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Life has its own ways which can not be understood, which prove us completely wrong, which make us stronger, which teach us how not to expect it. And, we, human beings, consider ourselves the most intelligent species on this whole planet and still waste so much of our life thinking about what it actually is. Life is not a thing to be wondered about or that can be counted. It is living, being in the moment. It is enjoying the way it is. Being satisfied with your life is always good. But, have you really felt the moment when you are unhappy? It's not different. It's amazing how these limbs work, how this brain functions and how this heart feels. Even if you are not happy, you breathe. You get excited hearing your favorite music even if you don't want to. ...
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It's a mess. Intertwined meshes of unanswered questions, emotions which can't be named, unwanted obligations, a void which can't be filled, realities which are mandatory to be lived, knowledge that you are a mask and your smile is fake. Yes, it is called life. I don't know how people manage to live it or is it only me who has created this? It's like being a branch of a tree, who has been cut long enough time ago to forget its roots and hence, doesn't have any flowers or fruits to nurture, and yet hasn't been dried up completely. Can't remember the past, can't live the present and can't expect a future. As if everything is as still as afternoon air in the mid-summer.
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What or who is the soulmate? Is he the one who is exact replica of you or is he the one whom you can tell everything you feel without fear of being judged or misinterpreted or is he the one who feels what you feel, loves unknowingly the same thing you love, hates the same person you hate or is he the one who is not like you, who can't feel your pain, can't share the same likings or dislikings, but, is there for you always, knowing you will fail but still wants to be by your side? So, that's what I think. Does any of this give slightest hint about love? I guess, NO. Then, why people who love each other keep saying that they have found their respective soulmates? All the cases I have considered, greatly imply that all the qualities of a soulmate are those which are possessed by your real best friend. Isn't it true?