We all have stories to tell, but we all are afraid of sharing them with society. Our hearts are filled with these stories. Our existence is the result of an important part of these stories. Don’t you think so? All of us are waiting for someone who will be patient enough to listen. Who will listen to our rumbling? But guess what? Waiting is all we do. We prefer being approached rather than building a platform.
There are three sides to every person, one which is exposed to family, one which is to friends, and one which is to themselves. The third side is the real one. It’s easy to fake our happiness or sorrow in front of our family or friends, but when we’re all alone, that happiness, that sorrow builds around us and that’s what makes us who we are.
However, I’m not implying that I’m a great writer since I know I’m also a coward behind these words. Nonetheless, I only have this. Because of my lack of communication skills, I cannot make anyone listen to me, but I know how to write and so that is what I am doing. My problem is that I am lazy and afraid of what the results will be. However, I can’t give up because of the risk. Right?
I am writing to stand out in the crowd to get people to pay attention to me. I am ready to listen to what they have to say because I know I am ready to speak with my writings. When we are all alone with no one to talk to or when we are trying to deal with the slump on our own, it can be very difficult at times and I understand it. People who only ask to listen and who have no interest in our stories can be hard to deal with. It was very hard for me to write this because I have experienced it, so I want others to be able to listen to me as I know I am ready to be heard.
Sometimes it’s simply a matter of listening and letting the other person express themselves. Our minds create scenarios that seem more complicated than they actually are, which leads us to choose the version of the problem our minds created that allows us to think in-depth. Overthinking often makes me feel trapped inside my mind like it is nothing more than a prison.
It exhausts me to think about all of this, but I can’t take action because it is so deeply ingrained in my personality. Somehow or another, this overthinking defines me. My world seems to be engulfed in darkness. However, can stars shine in the absence of darkness? Even the black and dark night sky does not hinder these stars from illuminating their fullest potential. Each of them strives to make the other feel special and avoid feeling lonely. So why can’t we display the same ability and shine while also helping others?
This dark, lonely place is like a place of hope for these stars because they wouldn’t exist otherwise. Someone once told me to live for small things in life. Live for sunsets and sunrises, where you can see the colours in the sky which don’t belong. Live for the road trips with music bursting loud in your ears and a cold breeze brushing through your hair. Live for those night walks on a silent road covered with trees by yourself. Live for those 3 AM talks with your favourite person, who knows how to read you like an open book. Live for gazing at the stars and moon at night, with the moon as your companion, and relearning your spark that you seem to have lost.
I have a long way to go and I know in the end I will be able to fully understand myself.
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