A Conflicted Contradiction

She is no longer a girl, not yet a woman.

She tries to be a jolly person but seriousness is what her personality is made of.

She wants to be fearless, but somehow the scared part always jumps out.

She can be lazy, yet pretty ambitious.

She can be cautious, still doesn’t forget to live to the fullest.

She doesn’t like herself, still she loves the qualities she possess.

She pretends like she doesn’t care, but in reality, she always does.

She desires for a chance to shine, but always pulls back the moment it happens.

She is a mess, but got a tidy nature.

She thinks she has figured out herself, still she gets surprised by the girl she has become.

She is what you call a clashed paradox, a disputed irony.

She is one conflicted contradiction.

– aak92

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The Perks of Being a ‘Mystery’

Everybody is living a chapter or even chapters, that the world know nothing about. And there is nothing wrong with that ‘way of life’.

Not everyone deserves to know that much about you. Not everyone can understand that much about you. The less they know, the less they can use against you.

Want to be an interesting person? Choose to be a mystery than an open book. Keep people guessing.

– aak92

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Hold On to Your Memories!

How time passes

In a blink of an eye

That’s how

 

At one second, you are living the moment

The next it is all gone

Nothing more than a memory

 

All you can do now, is think about it

Because it ain’t coming back

 

You wish to live it again

But that time has passed

 

You think about deleting it out of your life

But it is like engraved in your mind

 

You try to push it back

Way back in the dark

Where it can never see the light

 

But if you do that,

What will you have to cherish?

 

When the times will get hard,

From where you will get your hope?

 

When you will get down,

How will you get back up?

 

If you let go of all those unforgettable memories,

                           all those remarkable moments,

How will you find your way in life???

– aak92

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We all carry with us a bundle of memories that we love and cherish. Sometimes they might seem unbearable as we cannot turn back time and relive them. At some point in life, when we say things like ‘time changes, people change…‘ or when we lose the people we made memories with, we think of getting rid of those memories or wishing that we never had them, just to protect our hurting heart.

Do not let go. Hold on to them. They make you who you are. They are your light, your hope, your strength and definitely NOT your weakness.

“Life is Not The Bed of Roses”

When we come into this world, we are unaware of what lies ahead. We thought that life is all about toys and colors and getting all the attention. In short, life is perfect and that is how it is going to be. But when we grow up and start getting some sense, we see the true colors of the world and living.

When we grow up, we realize that life is not just about laughter and smiles. there is more to it than meets the eye. We realize that all that we were living before was just some sweet dream, now the real nightmare starts. We come to know the real meaning of tears, sacrifice, compromise and how to deal with a broken heart. When we are young we think that once we will grow up, we will be able to boss around too just like the grownups. But when we actually become grownups we realize that: broken toys were a lot better than broken hearts.

When you see other people who seem happy and seem to be living the life to the fullest, you think that they are living the perfect life but just walk a little while in their shoes you will learn that they:

                                                            Lock away the pain,

                                                               Show you only smiles,

                                                               Not the hidden tears.

You go through pains and hardships all your life but life is not only black and white. It also consists of colors but one should always know how to fight the black clouds.

Life is a mixture of colors. Life is like a blank canvas and it depends on you, whether you paint it black or colorful, yet, there are some compulsory black spots that you have to mix in with your painting. I would like to end this by saying that: “Life is not the bed of roses neither Life is a bed of thorns. It is a mixture of both so just learn to live it that way…

-aak92