When there's always someone or the other to talk to, you feel suffocated by the presence of too many in your life.
When there's no one available to covey your feelings or vent out your emotions or just talk aimlessly, you feel suffocated due to the presence of that emptiness in your life.
Strange aren't we, never satisfied.
And then,
No matter how hard you try to fit in, you just can't because you are not meant to be one of them so isn't it advisable to just be yourself. "Be yourself", as easy as it is to say these two profound words, it is as difficult to always inculcate it in life, per se!
Currently listening to:
Greyhound- Swedish House Mafia
Diamonds- Rihanna
Levels- Avicii
Perfect- Pink (speaks to my heart, always)
Cold Addiction- Day of fire
Coastal cities- Relief
I've observed, eventually everything boils down to acceptance. What you do has to be accepted, how you do it has to accepted, when you do it has to be accepted... all in all, You have to be accepted!
By whom? That's subjective but it'll always be this one person or if not that, society.
People may deny the importance of acceptance but it is one of the fundamental characteristics of human nature and behavior.
Being a people pleaser and not being able to say no, leads to identity crises or rather adds to it!
I'd gone for the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon- Dream run, on the 20th of this month. It was awesome. With the enormous crowd. different types of music playing loud and various vibrant colors around, I could truly feel the spirit of Mumbai.
People from certain NGO's promoting their objects, brands and big corporates promoting their products, people supporting causes, Delhi rape protesters, people participating just for fun, people participating for fitness and health, people participating to experience being part of the marathon, people participating for showing off their status and money, disabled people taking part to motivate themselves and others and to feel more alive, street children and beggars just running along asking for free water bottles, money and food... Mumbai was on the streets!
When there's no one available to covey your feelings or vent out your emotions or just talk aimlessly, you feel suffocated due to the presence of that emptiness in your life.
Strange aren't we, never satisfied.
And then,
No matter how hard you try to fit in, you just can't because you are not meant to be one of them so isn't it advisable to just be yourself. "Be yourself", as easy as it is to say these two profound words, it is as difficult to always inculcate it in life, per se!
Currently listening to:
Greyhound- Swedish House Mafia
Diamonds- Rihanna
Levels- Avicii
Perfect- Pink (speaks to my heart, always)
Cold Addiction- Day of fire
Coastal cities- Relief
I've observed, eventually everything boils down to acceptance. What you do has to be accepted, how you do it has to accepted, when you do it has to be accepted... all in all, You have to be accepted!
By whom? That's subjective but it'll always be this one person or if not that, society.
People may deny the importance of acceptance but it is one of the fundamental characteristics of human nature and behavior.
Being a people pleaser and not being able to say no, leads to identity crises or rather adds to it!
I'd gone for the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon- Dream run, on the 20th of this month. It was awesome. With the enormous crowd. different types of music playing loud and various vibrant colors around, I could truly feel the spirit of Mumbai.
People from certain NGO's promoting their objects, brands and big corporates promoting their products, people supporting causes, Delhi rape protesters, people participating just for fun, people participating for fitness and health, people participating to experience being part of the marathon, people participating for showing off their status and money, disabled people taking part to motivate themselves and others and to feel more alive, street children and beggars just running along asking for free water bottles, money and food... Mumbai was on the streets!
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