Reading through articles make me feel like writing at times , but sometimes I withdraw myself writing those, because of two reasons :
one is that, am just inspired to write not because am going through it.
secondly, it might or might not have anyway relation to my own life. 🙂
Sometimes I feel like am some messiah of god , and wanted to spread some good message , though its sometimes helpful for some one or may be not. Some may read it like fun and think am mad , but nevertheless my concern.
Yea , I wanted to be as strong woman in life, show the courage to live on my own, do whatever i like to do , but womanhood is not about that for me. I wanted to follow what my parents taught me , and live now as others wished me to for a healthy and happy family life.
I wanted to be a rebel at times , but whats the point, I loose what I love the most , my family. Everybody sacrifices everything for one thing thats family, though at times we are taken for granted.
I believe that , one fine day, all the broken pieces will come together and become united and will fill in their respective places , the one place which is right for you.
I gained many things and lost many things, loosing something helps you to learn the value of it, be it a person, a thing or anything. As a child I always wanted few things to be just mine, but when I loose it , i used to cry , hiding from everyone, because I hate to cry infant of anyone. But now ,going up, I learned to be brave enough to loose anything. The more closer we get to anything ,the more the chances to loose it .
Many experiences coming in life teach you many things. At an early age, my dad tells , me that you should speak out your mind always an be strong. Mom says , its better to be silent at times as others may get hurt. I was not sure what to learn and what to do , so finally am strong , and i don’t say anything, even if at times am hurt ,thats better .
I hate to hurt anyone , because the pain is felt more for me than anyone else, I remember when I used to fight with my mom , its me who cries the most , because I fought with her, not that she is angry with me. 😉 , yea I was really funny.
Being woman is hardest , as we follow others wish as genie out of the bottle , and never get a freedom, from their thoughts as we are bounded by love , not hate.