When you know something is wrong, you know that it is wrong.
You know it is wrong when it is not the same.
You know it is wrong when it is not happy.
You know it is wrong when your gut tells you it is wrong.
It is not the same. That moment when your heart breaks, physically your body seeks breath. The basic element of the life system. A gasping body never really gets it. That all it has to do is just breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. lowly and steadily till your body calms down.
You know nothing is worth anything when you fight a losing battle. Alone. And that word- that single word tells you a life story. All happy and sad endings and moments in life ironically are dealt only by ourselves.
My dad is a very wise man. He made sure that time and again I was reminded that all battles are fought alone. With strength and grace. And when it matters, he was absolutely right- nobody, nobody shall come and give a lending hand.
My dad is indeed a very wise man. Because he said- time and again and again. That nobody should be an emotional fool enough to think there will be a few more who shall join hands and fight. They wont.
My dad is a very very wise man. He said while you can help people, dont go out of your way to do it. If you do, there is a slight weight attached to it. It is called expectation. During the time of a need, the expectation pops out- like it or not. He said and says, I am not strong enough to sign up for selfless help.
He is right. My dad. He is correct.
You know it is wrong when it is not the same.
You know it is wrong when it is not happy.
You know it is wrong when your gut tells you it is wrong.
It is not the same. That moment when your heart breaks, physically your body seeks breath. The basic element of the life system. A gasping body never really gets it. That all it has to do is just breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. lowly and steadily till your body calms down.
You know nothing is worth anything when you fight a losing battle. Alone. And that word- that single word tells you a life story. All happy and sad endings and moments in life ironically are dealt only by ourselves.
My dad is a very wise man. He made sure that time and again I was reminded that all battles are fought alone. With strength and grace. And when it matters, he was absolutely right- nobody, nobody shall come and give a lending hand.
My dad is indeed a very wise man. Because he said- time and again and again. That nobody should be an emotional fool enough to think there will be a few more who shall join hands and fight. They wont.
My dad is a very very wise man. He said while you can help people, dont go out of your way to do it. If you do, there is a slight weight attached to it. It is called expectation. During the time of a need, the expectation pops out- like it or not. He said and says, I am not strong enough to sign up for selfless help.
He is right. My dad. He is correct.
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