All That’s Life

  To all the souls who feel they are just too weak You see others putting on their bravest face, What crumbles you down has left them unfazed They brush it off like a speck of dirt, But you are still trying to know its worth. You wonder if I am the lost cause, Eventually, was it me who knew nothing at all? What takes minutes to others You are fighting with it for years & everything around you signals This was not meant to take this long You secretly feel ashamed of the pain You judge your capability, proportionate to the result And every delay feels like a lost battle At times you wish, may the signal change & everything around says “You have the bravest face” You wish someone to scream out loud Pulling you back from the doubt. And when nobody around you says what you need Your doubt has got a final feed But I wonder how we are so ashamed of our truth It may be true that we are weak, it may be true that we made bad choices And it may be so, that we have come far from where ...

"I used to think I was special And now, somewhere along the way I have started becoming ordinary." Ordinary in every sense. One in the crowd One among the many. What made me special was the story, struggle & internal pain that I used to hold But the moment I have decided to release them...ironically I have started becoming ordinary. Not because the story no longer is true, but it no longer holds the power. I have started becoming less of the story & more of life Life has a way to show you “You are just one among many” What you do can be done by others.. In a good sense, or maybe a reality check sense. I wondered if it is ok to accept this “Sense of Ordinariness??” What if I lose my upcoming story in this, What if I become one with no story??? Not sure, but becoming ordinary is weird You know you are not special Good for the Ego. But on days when you need proof that you deserve something, you may find it difficult to find one. I am on a journey to become ordinary Not i...