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Monday, January 19, 2015

So You Give A Fuck, Huh?

Hey.. Peeps.. :) Out of people you know, how many of them do you think care for what you feel like or how they make you feel like? No one, may be one, I don’t know, can’t say, or absolutely no one to count on that –is that what you are gonna answer?

How many times you think you give a fuck when you have all the rights not to. I am never tired of saying that people are so much to know about and learn from. Sometimes humanity is such, that you care more than they deserve or more than anybody on this Earth will ever care for them and you don’t even expect anything in return. But you care and hate the fact that you can’t help it.

It becomes your personality and sorta habit to wish you were selfish but deep down you know you can’t and trying for it is even worse. Wait, it’s a very good reason to celebrate you are not. Why we can’t be just happy for what we are blessed with. Is carrying a sack of sorrow and odd feelings a necessity for humans to spend life? How much we multiply and complicate things when we imagine of a problem, isn't it?

Every second person I know has some problems, worries, pain, bad experiences –but that’s even, that’s how we live and grow. If we can’t move on, we can’t live. We die multiple deaths when we don’t move on. Am not the person to die that way, I don’t wanna die in installments. I wanna die warm in bed. Why we forget and need a reminder that there are countless people who imagine a life like us. 

There’s always a story behind everyone’s present. I respect people –their beliefs, habits, reasons, priorities, perceptions, fears, weakness, agony, joy, pain, jealousy, insecurity, love, hatred, mistakes, failed attempts, pleasure, dreams, scars, fights, anger, irritation, frustration and what not. I love people the way they are and who don’t try to be the one they are not. How much we are fond of originality, right? We die for that.

I don’t understand, if people want to be understood –why they don’t attempt to understand others. Why they don’t understand that keeping things mutual and balanced equation is necessity of every relationship? I wish; things were not that complicated to make people understand that we have been offered multiple reasons to feel blessed and to make others feel blessed. 

It bothers me, and I do give a fuck –for every decaying organic matter to see in pain, despair and being hurt. I feel bad for every sight of pain, hunger, misunderstanding, anger, other misfortune. As I said in previous posts –we are one and world is extension of ourselves. How can anybody do any bad to their own self? World could have been a better place if we think before we say and do things. Think! Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)    


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