What is killed and forgotten, only comes back, as a ghost, haunting.... not letting your smile bloom and spread, not letting you breathe as freely, not letting you live, churning you from within.What was once a passion, is now poison. Roles in life can only add!
They once stretched your wings and made you soar, and you now cannot hold back. You embrace them, and life is beautiful. You leave them, you leave yourself. They already are your identity. All roles have to be played. You have no choice. You are haunted.
Those little precious dreams in life, that you hold dear, those petty interests that are invaluable to you, those strifle things your heart yearns for .. don't remain small/petty/strifle once they change to regrets on hindsight. Alas! These burdens are too heavy for an already burdened heart. They fight, never subside & guilt is born. Those passions you discovered, those that made you discover yourself, those that taught you what life is! They cannot be contained. You cannot live. It is a ticking bomb. Save yourself!
With time, your worlds change. So do you. There comes a phase in life, where you cannot live for yourself anymore. You embrace your new world and change yourself effortlessly & easily forget yourself. You forget to live your life.
When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror? When was the last time you relished the dessert all for yourself? When was the last time when you stretched in the couch with that heavy book? When was the last time you gave into your guilty pleasures and impulses? Now there is someone else who you live for. The 'YOU' is lost somewhere. And, yet life seems blissful and never better.
Each day, time flies. Your bones break. Nerves throb. Hell breaks loose. Despite all that, from some empty corner of your heart, guilt kills. It's a pain you cannot bear. You don't have a choice. The 'YOU' has to squeeze in & coexist
The little kid who never knew a care, the girl who knew no world other than her little own, the young lady who painted several faces of herself and celebrated them with pride, the lady who soared and never looked back.. they all still exist & can never die. What is killed, only comes back, to haunt. The 'I' has to exist.
Squeeze it in & coexist. Celebrate womanhood!
(PS: This blog is a ghost too.. Eerie?)
