To be continued...

A couple of times before this, I had clicked on 'New Post' but closed the tab without saving the draft. Because I'd been dumping all my frustration in here, this blog was emitting extremely negative vibes and I couldn't write. So I decided to terminate the negativity by writing something which is not negative.
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I could not torment myself anymore. I wanted to heal. And so I became the assassin of my own ego. I got rid of the grudge. Now... I am healing.

Life puts you to test in many different ways. Coping with them is already arduous, why do you want to further burden yourself by holding a grudge?

I always knew I could avoid this and live a happier life, but it took me two years to gather the courage to end my suffering.

I am a slave to my own demons and am fighting for my freedom. I have defeated a couple of them by forgiving and forgetting some things. But I know this war is not going to end soon.

Judge Me.

Accepting criticism is so difficult for us humans. We cannot stand the idea of someone judging us, let alone them giving us advises on improving our ways.

So what is it?

Is it our ego that refuses to accept that we can be wrong or there is someone who knows better than us? 

Or is it the insecurity of not being good enough and inability to accept the same? 

May be it's a mix of both. 

Whatever it is, success cannot come without acceptance of our flaws. And we cannot point out our own flaws, it is the job of an onlooker. Only after knowing and welcoming the critiques can we grow personally and professionally. Therefore it is better to deal with them with an open and positive mind.  

  

See bad. See good.

Despite of knowing why, I sometimes wonder why do we give the right of hurting us immensely to the people who keep hurting us all the time, knowingly and unknowingly.
Sigh...
I wish I never knew you. I wish we never had the good moments. I wish to lose the memory of you, of us. I wish to hate you so much that it finally stops hurting. I wish... Why do we wish so much!

Taking this as a lesson, I now value my loved ones even more, those who don't hurt me, at least not knowingly.

The Protective One
She takes me as her younger sister. She likes to see me happy. She has been my backbone all through, supported me in ways I fail to describe. She says she gets insecure about me sometimes. What she doesn't know is that I am as insecure about her. This insecurity, this feeling of losing possession over the other is nothing but love, as pure as a baby's heart. I desire to be her priority over others. Yes, I am that selfish because I love and respect her enough to demand so.

The Loving One
She swiftly entered my heart from no where. Her heart beats for her loved ones and she showers all her care and warmth on them. She inspires me to be a better person everyday. She loves me selflessly and I have grown to love her as much. She has restored my lost trust. She gives me peace. We belong to each other.

My two pillars because of whom I manage to deal with bad times and feel like celebrating good times. Their actions, both good and bad, affect me the most. Therefore, I made a vow to myself, to nurture these two relationships for life and to never take them for granted.

That copywriter chick - 4

So may be I am not good enough yet, but that doesn't mean I will not rock it tomorrow! 

Always remember, your time will come.

I will...

Because I dream so much.

That copywriter chick - 3

There are moments of fear and self-doubt.
There are moments of anxiety and procrastination.
There are moments of inspiration and hope.

And now all these moments have come together and turned into a big thumping ball inside my throat!

I am getting a panic attack. Well, almost.

Since morning I have done a couple of things that I maybe shouldn't have done. I am a little scared of goofing up this opportunity as well. I should simply stop over-thinking.

If things work out, nothing like it. If they don't, they will work out later.
As they say, sometimes you succeed and sometimes you learn.    

After a weekend of fun, it takes a little time for the head to come out of the party zone.

And
Sometimes you wonder what if some things had never gone wrong, what if they stayed unchanged. But there is nothing much you can do about it, is there? So all you do is accept the mess.

I wish...
Why do we wish so much!