It Is Not Lost Yet





The idea of those harrowing mornings when you have to get up under the shade of drowsy sunlight, gathering the scattered splinters of your being after a night of raging storm, is burdensome in its very self. You have to push backwards, the urge of breaking apart and meeting the grains of sand that clad the unholy earth.

 

This land grows weeds and enchanting flowers that, from a certain perspective, represent the brutality of the nature. The beautiful flowers dipped in vibrant colors are a disturbing sight. They are flag bearers of the group of people that gave into the urge of falling apart and became one with the dust. They erased the last of the fragments of their existence which, once, combined, were their identity. The beauty radiating off the flowers, as may get pointed out by someone, is the disappointed desire of people that rose above the ground in shape of green stems and shiny petals, after their burial inside the mud.

 

The wild weeds accompanying the flowers are a sign of aggression, shown by the departed souls. You find it hard to resist the overpowering craving of destroying yourself but you, in the least, have to try. You have to make difference in the world. If you give in, you will become a part of the common crowd that lives with a mediocre agenda. Pretending will become hard, maybe even unendurable, but you were born with the strength to counter the hard parts of life. If not born with strength, you were not born with weakness, either.

 

You are stronger than the image of a fragile person that you have made up inside your head. You are designed to look those hardships in the eye and chant in your head, “you’re not greater than me”.

 

Easy wins are just a source of short-lived happiness. They will settle down like a dust storm. The hardships, and overcoming them, make you who you are. They are either going to break you down into million pieces, causing an irreparable damage or they are going to make you that strong person who is ready to face the hideous side of nature.

 

You are going to have to cry yourself to sleep every night. Nights will seem endless. The bright, shinning sun will not be awaiting at the other side. The luminous ball of heat you see every morning is cold at heart, mocking your battered self. It’s just a part of the training that is hard beyond imagination but in the end, the consequences matter. They are in your favor.

 

In those seemingly unbearable nights, the moon will be your acquaintance. A loyal associate who borrows the light to stay alive. It knows all about how one has to kill its self-esteem and integrity for a greater purpose.

 

 

Zuha Jameel | Edited by Nandini

 





Pretending will become hard, maybe even unendurable, but you were born with the strength to counter the hard parts of life. If not born with strength, you were not born with weakness, either. You are stronger than the image of a fragile person that you have made up inside your head. You are designed to look those hardships in the eye and chant in your head, “you’re not greater than me”. Easy wins are just a source of short-lived happiness. They will settle down like a dust storm. The hardships, and overcoming them, make you who you are. They are either going to break you down into million pieces, causing an irreparable damage or they are going to make you that strong person who is ready to face the hideous side of nature. You are going to have to cry yourself to sleep every night. Nights will seem endless. The bright, shinning sun will not be awaiting at the other side. The luminous ball of heat you see every morning is cold at heart, mocking your battered self. It’s just a part of the training that is hard beyond imagination but in the end, the consequences matter. They are in your favor. In those seemingly unbearable nights, the moon will be your acquaintance. A loyal associate who borrows the light to stay alive. It knows all about how one has to kill its self-esteem and integrity for a greater purpose. Zuha Jameel | Edited by Nandini”>Image Source


 

 


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