So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and all consuming.
There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.
Even in the most peaceful surroundings the angry heart finds a quarrel. Even in the most quarrelsome surroundings the grateful heart finds peace.
The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.
Normally, we forget how to be kind and gentle to ourselves. The biggest problem is we take a hold of a baggage for far too long cos of the truth that we’re afraid to feel okay, we’re desperate to feel something.
We’re scared of the idea of being left behind. We expect that one should reciprocate the affection we’re showing which I find an extortion of feelings.
I guess, that’s the terrible part of being alive. We crave for acceptance and warmth all the time.
Maybe that’s why when a person dies, the body turns cold. It needs all the final blow of love, tears, story-telling from everyone else’s memory cos we feel utmost alive when remembered.
Cos we’re clingy that way, that’s why.