Now that someone has given me the opportunity, I'll have to say all the things I think of when it comes to failed marriages and I'll say hon it's because of awareness and recognition of one's rights and freedom of decision and financial freedom and evolution as a society where we all are able to differentiate between love and abuse and we've somewhat stopped romanticizing abusive behavior and less stigmatizing divorce and having an opportunity to choose your peace rather than clinging on to dead ties.. We shouldn't not promote divorce but believe me in our society it's already a very tough decision to make so we should not make it more difficult for those people.. And also I often observe older couples and their unbalanced relations and struggles and think if the one suffering wasn't bound by social norms or financial pressure, would they've chosen to be together and sadly most of them wouldn't have, so the rate of increasing divorces shouldn't be seen as something bad if you ask me..
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.✨
I think of it every single day, the last thing to think of before sleeping and first thing in the morning... I was never afraid of death, I was always ready to embrace it but 2023 was merciless, it made me face the other side of the story.. It made me see how death tears apart families, how it sucks the life out of living beings, how it doesn't take just one life at a time... How our sense of loss just grows with time... How we cry for that one being every day but attribute it to different things.. How so many things and places just become no go.. How loneliest and spooky graveyards feel like home because our pieces of hearts are buried there... The list goes on..
کنج حیرت سے چلے دشتِ زیاں تک لائے کون لا سکتا ہے ہم دل کو جہاں تک لائےایک ہنگامہ بپا ہے پس دیوار بدن ہے کسے تابِ سخن، کون زباں تک لائےٹھیک ہے چشم تغافل یہ تری دین سہی تاب زخموں کی مگر کوئی کہاں تک لائےآنکھ ویراں تھی کسی دشتِ تپاں کی صورت ہم اسے سلسلہ آبِ رواں تک لائےچل نکلتی ہے تو پھر اب یہ بھی آ جاتی ہے لانے والے کی یہ مرضی ہے جہاں تک لائےتجھ کو جو چاہیے بے خوف و خطر لیتا جا کون کافر ہے کہ جو دل میں گماں تک لائے
I should not look for other people's approval of my success to start celebrating, I should not wait to hear what BS they said after congratulating me, I should not notice how blank their faces turned when hearing about my achievement, I should not think about how they overlooked me so they don't have to congratulate me... But here I am sitting and thinking about it and hurting myself...
Every SINGLE THING that I once thought, if it happens, will make my life perfect and I'd be the happiest person on earth, has happened already and yet I am feeling as miserable as ever...
I find it interesting that I can hear the voice of someone from 1000s of km away in real time, I know it's commonplace, I know everyone is used to it, but still it fascinates me... 😌
Mental health is not mentaling the way it should, to say the least and everyone just wants to hear stories... Like if I say I am struggling they'll say I am here to hear you out but hon if I had known what had caused this mess in the first place, I'd have fixed it... 🤥
تجھے خبر بھی نہیں کہ تیری اداس اُدھوری محبتوں کی کہانیاں جو بڑی کشادہ دلی سے ہنس ہنس کے سن رہا تھا وہ شخص تیری صداقتوں پر فریفتہ باوفا ثابت قدم کہ جس کی جبیں پہ ظالم رقابتوں کی جلن سے کوئی شکن نہ آئی وہ ضبط کی کربناک شدت سے دل ہی دل میں خموش چپ چاپ مر گیا ہے... 🥀