The epitome of philosophy lies in the basis of humanity. Do I believe in love or is it one of the perfectly obscured materials which we have created to feel less pain. The weightage I give to love is one of the many billion things I feel at one moment. The gift of feeling multiple emotions and straining yourself from divulging them is hardly an easy task. I’m frustrated. That’s such a nice word. Frustrated doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel at many a moments in my life. One day its hyperactive happiness, another day it is controlled and then as you see it, in a blink of an eye breaking my bones to feel less. The burst comes and goes. You feel the monster rising and then blowing out. It comes out like creeping on the soul, treading on my flesh ready to claw it and throw it across the floor. Am I breathing? The sudden pride of owning an entity which was never yours in the first place. It was given.
The presence of a third person who didn’t leave my existence in the first place. I hear everything I see everything. I assume. I laugh. I blackmail. I hurt the ones who love. The screeching sound in my brain is on mute. They tell me I must be insane that I think I could be insane. I cannot embrace my sanity. I’m told to act normal be normal feel normal. What is normal? I cry publicly now. Instead of breathing under a bulb in a room full of darkness, I smashed that bulb. I need to stop stressing and revisiting the past they tell me. Don’t look at your wounds. If you don’t look at them you will feel they are not there and forget about them. I always think about my diseases. Never thankful that I’m cured instead fearful for a relapse. That’s why I don’t get too happy too excited too ecstatic too vocal. I have achieved to be a normal human. That’s an achievement? Really?
Presently, I may have broken records, but pride will swallow you whole. The higher power will grant you what you desire but will strain you from achieving your greatest feat. There’s a catch. There’s always a catch. Be humble be positive be empathetic. That’s when I’ll win.