You

We have a weird relationship. You and I.

You’re not very likable at times. You know? But other times, I can’t praise you enough.

You are a little crazy. And you drive me crazy too with all the over thinking you do. These are the times I wish I could shut you off. But, I do realize that all this over thinking of yours is what prepares me for everything I’d ever have to face. And that’s when I want to thank you. And pamper you.

I also don’t like the fact that you doubt yourself sometimes and think you’re not worthy of the things you get. I hope you understand someday that nothing was given to you for free and you worked for those things to be there in your life.

I know you feel like it’s rare when you’re anybody’s first choice for anything. But I think I’ve told you enough that when people do make a choice to choose you, they don’t regret it one bit. And hopefully someday you’ll learn that your worth wasn’t based on people’s choices.

To be honest, even I doubt you sometimes. Sorry that I do. But I am grateful for the fact that you’ve learnt to rise beyond doubts and pull through everything like a little star.

You don’t cry a lot, do you? For the things that hurt you? I don’t know how you make it, but I admire how you deal with the times when you’re hurting.

Oh and also, I love how you don’t shy away from appreciating when you see something beautiful. And I hope you know you deserve the appreciation you get too.

I have to tell you though, you’re terrible at telling people how you feel. But I think it is pretty great how you prove your feelings by your actions.

You see this pattern?

Me telling you the things I don’t like very much about you and the very next moment appreciating what I completely love about you?

We have a weird relationship. You and I.

Now the “you” here is me.

It’s I, Me,  who has a weird relationship with myself.

And I don’t know me sometimes. I am not perfect and neither is my relationship with myself. But I’ve certainly learnt to see the good and the bad, both, in me. It’s not perfect, but I still do love it.

Is that okay?

I hope it is.

The Valentines Day Gift Guide

Gift #1. Communication.

Communicate how you feel on a daily basis. Even though you are not the kind of person who's good at expression. Let them feel at least once a day that they hold a significant place in your life and you trust them enough to share your vulnerabilities and have then share theirs. Try and be vocal. Appreciate their mind. Appreciate their body. And let them know you're grateful to be a part of their life. 

Gift #2. Support

Be supportive of their dreams and passions and goals. Believe in them when they don't believe in themselves. This means more to people than they can express. Be their shoulder to cry on and the person they first come running to, to share their happiness with. Also, know that sometimes just your presence is enough support.

So, just be.

Gift #3. Trust

Letting someone know you trust them is a gift in itself. Being trusted is beautiful. Trust their decisions. Trust their visions for the future. 

And with your trust in them, help them trust themselves again. And no, we're not talking about blind trust here.

Suggest, help, scold and advice them in the times they need you and then let them know you still trust them.

Gift #4. Honesty

Honesty is the best policy. Pretty good advice for every relationship. Especially romantic relationships. You owe honesty to the person who invests time and effort into building a relationship with you. Nobody likes playing darts in the dark and not knowing what they're getting into. Let them know what they mean, how much value they hold for you. Let them know, honestly.

Gift #5. Let them be

I think it's almost criminal to try and modify a person to suit your requirements. If the person you're about to get involved with doesn't have what you need from a partner, don't get involved in the first place. 

Let your partner be their true self. How they were born. Let them have their freedom. Their freedom to choose and make decisions. Let them be crazy in their own way. And if crazy is not for you, step away.

The least you could do for the person you love is, let them be. Let them be themselves. They've got just one life, like you do.

Gift #6. Travel

Travel together. Explore places and plan fun adventures. Get to know their fears and learn how to calm them. Learn what they enjoy.

Beaches or mountains.

Summers or winters.

Observe how they behave around people other than you.

Notice their little mannerisms and habits and let them know what you love. Try different cuisines. Hog together. And tick things off your combined bucket lists together. 

Gift #7. Space

Give them space. Nobody is obliged to constantly enjoy company. You both are not obliged to do everything together under the "committed" tag. Let them hang out with their friends and people you don't necessarily know. 

There is a thin line between being concerned and protective and being possessive and overpowering someone's life. 

It is absolutely possible to be committed and have two separate lives that satisfy your vision of the life you want. 

Acceptance is the key. Acceptance of their wishes and a life they imagine for themselves.

Looking For Humans

I’ve been meaning to write this for quite a while now but every time I got to writing it, I left it midway thinking I was getting too carried away with emotions.

This time I wouldn’t beat around the bush and conceal those emotions because,

If the image of a father carrying the dead bodies of his little kids covered in debris doesn’t deserve being carried away,

If the parents who only wanted a safe environment for their kids to make through life lose their 3 year old Aylan and the world finds him lying lifeless on a sea shore, doesn’t deserve being carried away,

If the genocides in which people are burnt alive to ashes, doesn’t deserve being carried away,

And

If the video of a child with a bleeding head, crying his eyes out and shivering in fear saying he was going to complain about the world to his God, doesn’t deserve being carried away,

Then I guess it’s a shame to be called a part of the human race because there is no human left anymore.

I know the world is more complicated than my eyes can see and my brain can fathom,

But when did it get easier to take lives than make a settlement?

When did it become acceptable to burn people before they were dead?

When did egos get bigger than providing a little place for the ones who’ve lost their homes?

I know my knowledge of the world and its problems and solutions is naive up to the point of being laughable.

But when and how did lives become so unimportant and so inexpensive?

When did murder become normal?

When did death lose its ability to tug at your heart and make it cry?

In fact when did our hearts become good for nothing, except pumping blood?

When did sympathy and empathy become nothing but two meaningless words?

And

When did we reach a point where you needed to look for a human WITH humanity among a population of 7 billion?

The Flummox

Staring into the distance from these huge windows feeling slightly chilly on this rainy day, with goosebumps beginning to appear on my hands, I'm asked if I'd like some coffee ?

Who doesn't want to look all dramatically pretentious looking at the rain with a cup of coffee and thinking about life ?

So today my topic to apparently think deeply on would be, 'what would life be like if life wasn't the life I was leading ?

I wouldn't be surprised if I wasn't making sense.

What if life was something else ?

Maybe something cooler or darker or maybe cooler and darker at the same time.
Here's where we pretend to not be satisfied with the life we lead or else how would we look into other options.

I burn my lip and think about the impracticality of sipping this stupid hot coffee. Yes, I'm blaming the coffee and calling it stupid.

Also just FYI, my brain is a wanderer. And it randomly takes a stop on me wondering,
What advantage does being practical always and thinking from the head have, over acquiring  the impulsive happiness following your heart was supposed to bring ?
Would practicality and impulsiveness ever shake hands to friendship ?

What about the apparent freedom I might find in a nomadic life if I nurture the seed of impulsiveness with caring a little less and letting go ?
Or rather be an obedient mistress to practicality which shoved reality checks down my throat and be a happy whore to stability ?

Practicality was just too convincing, man. Its making me greedy with the bribe of victory touching my feet .

Chuck it. I'll just toss greed into the trash can, like it was as easy as it was to say, and go sleep beside tranquillity brushing my hair taking me into a satisfied, peaceful oblivion. I think it was drugging me.

Where am I ? Where was I again ?

I close my eyes but my brain isn't ready to cooperate. We go back to thinking about the adrenaline rush of seeing the unpredictability of life unfold. It's like a new life being born out of the previous one. Exciting stuff.
Damn you, brain. Don't make me cheat on tranquillity and be a shitty ex.

Have I gone too far and gotten too carried away by rains and coffee ?
Wait, can I just blow everything to smithereens and have the best of both worlds ? Pretty please.
I think I might have misused my privilege of even having a brain to imagine the lives I didn't lead or a combination of the best ones I could think of.

So, will contentment ever show up on my door one day and give me a tight hug that fills my heart to the brim,
Or
Will I just have to make peace with the fact that the grass was green on my side too but maybe, just maybe, on the other side it'll always be fresher with crystal looking dew drops ? 

I really want to... would you like to ?

I want to wear pyjamas and talk about how the oldest of them are the most comfortable.
I want to climb up the terrace scared of the darkness but elated by the glittering stars and the chilly winds.
I want to talk about how we unknowingly matched our steps while climbing up here and how we pulled our sweaters closer as the breeze hit our faces and tightened our grips around our cups of hot chocolate.
I want to sip on it while I look at the sky in awe of the amount of beauty it holds, which is just the beginning of the melting pot that this world is.
I want to discuss about  how people think the ones who die become stars.
I want to mindlessly banter about how a star that's itself, falling, would fulfil our wishes.
I think I'd also like to take a moment here and appreciate how good the hot chocolate is. And while the steam from it warms my face,
I want to think how peaceful the city looks at night. Its equally quiet and empty in the mornings, but the nights for sure, do hold some magic!
I want to laugh about how we'd freak out if a bat flew over us in this dark night only lit by the moon. I, now, thinking about the moon, would love to acknowledge the privileges the moon has, of showing up full when it looks its best and shows only parts of it on other days.
I don't want to think about the sciences here for a while. It's beautiful to be able to perceive the world differently.
I want to bicker about how I told we'd need a blanket and you did not agree.
I'd love to talk about the freedom nights make you feel. And how would it be to feel this way every day of your life.
I think this diverts us to the pros and cons of having freedom and being protected.
I want us to talk about the responsibilities freedom brings with it.
In the midst of this, I
want to clear the dust off my pyjamas so that it flies in your face and we'd argue a little and laugh a lot, in hushed voices.
I am blown away about how many emotions we have.

I want to know how some people conceal their emotions while some highlight them so effortlessly.
I want to crack some ant-elephant jokes which will make us spit out our hot chocolate because that's how lame our humour is.
I want to end the night wishing there was some more hot chocolate, to keep us warm, while we go from topic-to-topic and talk about almost everything under the stars.

I really want to...would you like to ?

Star Gazing

You loved sitting in our front yard and star gazing.
So much so that, you had made it our weekend night ritual.
It's been years since we do this,
And I've never understood what made you so happy to look at the stars.
This time, I decided to focus and find out why star gazing never felt like something new to me.
It was always too familiar. Almost like a déjà vu.
It felt like the kind of happiness I've already felt before.
Like I've looked at something so beautifully bright too.
Like I've already seen a dark sea with glistening objects, 
And then there's one out of it that's my favourite.
To let you know how I felt, I turned to you.
And this time, it was all clear in a second,
When I saw your beautiful face smiling the gorgeous smile of yours, gazing at the stars.
You were the happiness and the beautiful brightness.
You were the favourite in this dark sea.
You were my Star. All the time.
And that's the reason, gazing at these stars was never new to me.

The teachings of a Butterfly

I was reading Em and the big Hoom,
when I came upon a sentence that read
"A butterfly is banging on the windowpane
and I must now rise to let it out."
This reminded me of the numerous times
I'd observed this and how I'd always thought
about how stupid could the insect be
to not remember the little opening,
where the two windows merge,
from where it came inside, which was
hardly 2 centimetres away from
where it was struggling.
How could it not see the opening or
feel the faint incoming of wind ?
I don't know if it was the effect
this book with red and blue pages had on me
that I read all the sentences
with a different perspective.
I have a thing for pretty books. Or
is it the fact that this book was darkly funny
and about mental illness that made me think so deeply
upon a mere butterfly banging on a window.
How did I ever have the audacity to call
this insect stupid when all of us are in fact
almost always trapped in a viscous spiral
we got ourselves into ? We're the human race,
apparently, pretentiously, with the
highest amount of intelligence that any
species on this planet owns. And still,
how do we not figure out what got us where
and what harm are we doing to ourselves ?
The problems we tend to have.
The hurdles we tend to never be able to cross.
And the one's we label as unsolvable.
How do WE not see the acts that landed
us in this Gordian knot and how do WE not feel
the faint incoming of a panacea to all our problems,
which could always be right there and always had a
blind eye turned towards it ? Why did i think I belonged
to the greater, intelligent species when in fact
 I just belong to a larger, genetically evolved species?
I'm sorry, you little butterfly. Next time you're stuck,
I'd rise up and let you out of your little trap instead
of questioning your intelligence. Because,
if I was ever stuck I'd genuinely appreciate
help getting out of it, without being judged.

The Midnight Mystery.

Why is it that the things you want to say at night,
The words you managed to put together to finally say what you needed to,
Seem no more important when the day sinks in
And the words seem to have lost their ways to a perfect sentence to spill out through your mouth and lighten your heart ?

The night where you hold your most genuine feelings,
Seem equally bizarre as the sun shows up.

The things you felt so passionately about,
Things you finally mustered up the courage to share with someone,
Appear to be as unimportant as the feelings of the minuscule creature you could kill.

Why does the darkness seem to give you courage,
when the light is entitled to do just that ?

Why is it that the night brings with it all the emotions you could attach with every thought of yours,
And the day seems to shove all those emotions back into a black box never to be revealed.

Is the darkness like being drunk ?
Taking away the consciousness but giving you the courage to speak your mind.
And is the day like a hangover ?
Where you'd hold your head in dismay afraid if you opened up your heart to someone when you shouldn't have.

Why do your deepest thoughts shared at night start making you feel more and more exposed as the day kicks in ?
Is it a fear of appearing vulnerable that the day brings with it ?
Why does it feel like the thoughts shared at night would be forgotten past a good nights sleep
And the same spoken during the day were bound to give you chills ?

What mystery does the darkness hold that makes you feel fearless about sharing your feelings,
And what consternation does the day bring with it that makes you shut off, lock and throw away the keys to the box of your emotions ?

Why does the night feel like a close friend ready to listen to the words engraved on the walls of your heart,
While the day seems like someone who'd laugh at your face if you opened up to them ?

The Circle.

It's an amalgamation of
Nascency and its upshots,
Avalanches and their overcoming,
And finally the end and its cataclysm,
This life.
And among all these occurrences, apocalypses may occur disrupting and moulding the circle of life.

But also, has there ever been a perfect circle without the sharpness of a compass ?

Zone Out

Do you ever just zone out ?
Not momentarily.
Not out of boredom or fatigue.
But zone out on life ?
Like life and time just seem to pass by you.
And you stand there wanting to care but not feeling like it yet ?
You are there physically.
Also, mentally.
But partially.
You're as awake as possible.
But the mind seems to have its own mind.
You kind of start proving the "physical presence and mental absence".
Appears a little sorcerous.
You go around, interact, learn and enjoy.
But it's all in the zone.
Things are done because your body wants (has?) to.
The mind still stands still.
And later you need to go back and reevaluate all that happened, or must have.
It isn't even like you're somewhere and the mind is at a place that interests you.
It's just nowhere.
Like it just refuses to commit to your daily life.
You zone out.
Zone out on life.

IIM - Ahmedabad.

I just named this post IIM-Ahmedabad to attract readers and get more views. Just kidding. I recently had an opportunity to visit IIM-Ahmedabad and no other title or description can do justice to the magnificence of this institution. And so I hope its name suffices.

Lets begin with how I got fortunate enough to visit IIM-A. This one day my cousin, Dipen, who's the same age as mine and is also an MBA aspirant messaged me saying "IIM-A me event hai! Chalegi ?" And I obviously responded with a yes (super freaking excitedly). But also mentioned that he'd have to give me time till I get a permission from mom. The permission wasn't about if I could go or not, of course I'd be allowed for that, it was if I would be allowed to travel alone. Now the story after this isn't important. We filled forms, made payments, reached Ahmedabad and did attend the IIM-A workshops.

We stayed at our Nani's place in Ahmedabad. Now trust me, I'm being brutally honest and not exaggerating one bit. I was certainly excited when we left home for IIM-A but as we were reaching nearer to the campus, I was bloody nervous. My stomach almost churned like I was about to give a maths exam for which I hadn't even opened the book. Not like if I opened the book I'd know too much, but you get it right ?! My hands got all moist because of nervousness. I was so intimidated by IIM-A's magnificence, I couldn't keep it together. Again, not exaggerating one bit. My cousin must have thought I just went crazy or something. So then we finally reached the campus. Reported to the responsible person and got our proofs of participation, campus map (yes you need a map to roam around the campus, its humongous), and the schedule for all the workshops. We had an hour and a half before our first workshop began, which meant time to look around the campus and take pictures of every place. We took pictures like we needed a proof. Look we went to IIM-A.

And by the time the feeling of awe for the intitution started to sink in, it was time for our first workshop.
We headed to the Ravi. J Mathhai auditorium (also known as RJM auditorium) for our first workshop by IPSOS. IPSOS is a global market research company with its worldwide headquarters in Paris and France. IPSOS has offices in about 87 countries and employees approximately 16,000 people. We had 2 indian representatives from the company to give us a talk about market research. Now market research is the process of gathering information about how a consumer feels about the product they're using and the increasing or decreasing demands of the product in the market. We got information right from the conventional methods of market research till the latest methods using technology. It was genuinely enlightening.

After we were done with our first workshop, we had free time for almost two hours, which we utilized for more looking around the campus and eating. There's one mess for the students and two restaurant kind of canteens. Unexpectedly the prices were quite reasonable and completely student friendly. Even the canteens look beautiful there.

It was time for the second and the last workshop for the day. This workshop was by Prahlad Kakar. He is considered as the advertising guru of India because of his great contribution to the advertising world. He briefed us about his life and how he had reached where he is now, in the most humble way. He's 65 and genuinely the most lively person I've ever listened to. His sense of humour is impeccable. By the end of the seminar he showed us 12 of his best advertisements including some of the biggest celebrities like Amitabh Bacchan and Sachin Tendulkar. His ads were genius. Some were completely hilarious while others would touch you right in the heart. His seminar was the best one out of the 3 we attended.

And the last seminar was on the next day known as Social Beat. This was conducted by IIM-A alumni themselves. Here we were given examples of two online start-ups. And we needed to design its business models, revenue goals and business strategies. Me and my cousin finished it in half an hour. And we were quite proud of what we'd come up with. We wrote all our goals, models and strategies theoretically. And since we were so proud of it we even submitted it. Thankfully it was a seminar so there was no chance of failing but if it was an exam we were sure to get an F. The reason being, we'd ignored the amount we had to assume to start the company and our answers were all theories. When all the commerce students or MBA students started presenting theirs, they had solid figures in their answer about how every penny would be utilized. It was mind boggling, and also we were pretty ashamed of presenting our paper! BUT. We learnt and that's what's important. 

We were done with all our seminars with this and now we had the whole day to look around the campus. The library is gigantic and its ambience is of the kind where you'd just enter and you'd feel like sitting and studying! It's very well build. There's a huge freaking subway to go to the new campus from the old one! The architecture is majestically admirable. Next, we also had the chance to attend the cultural events. When you listen to the name IIM-A all you can think about is genius students and high scores. But IIM-A is not only studies. The students are talented beyond comparison. 

To sum it up, I can't thank my stars (and my cousin) enough that I came to know about these seminars on the last day before the closing of registrations and also be able to attend workshops at IIM-A. And after attending the seminars I can be sure as hell that this is certainly what I'm interested in and I want an MBA degree. Also, got a validation that my decision for choosing to do MBA in the future isn't wrong.  Now the thing is when you've visited IIM-A, and if you're an MBA aspirant, all you'll wish for is to get into this prestigious institute anyhow. When you've seen the best in the country and among the 20 best in the world, everything else seems like mediocre shit. Not like I'm not mediocre as hell, I am an average-below average student (yes, cliched under estimation) but dreams don't judge you for mediocrity or excellence before entering your eyes. It's practically impossible for me to get there but who knows what the future holds ! It's a materialistic dream and I'm a mere human. Humans are materialistic. And IIM-A will always hold the top most position on my list of dreams ( no I'm not getting all senti). 

Ciao. 

The Rebuttal

Exhaustion.

Its not fun being mediocre.
In your head you know you're reaching there.
But at a slower pace.
Slower than others.
You cerebrate and the insomnia is wearying.
You judge yourself.
Judge real hard.
You are clueless.
And you don't know if people care for you or pity you.
It's exhausting to keep answering.
To keep faking.
Its tiring trying to keep pace with others.
It's shattering to have expected much more out of yourself
And receive so less.
In that very moment, all the confidence seems to diminish
You don't want to victimize yourself
And you can't help but fall prey to it.
You have no other way out.
You want to get back up.
But with every passing night the broken pieces flash back.
The ones you joined.
Or faked to join.
Smiles by the day.
And tears by the night.
Unsure life plans and a frightened gut.
It's exhausting.



Impulsion

Mediocrity is ubiquitous.
You're not the only one.
Acknowledge your falls and find reasons to them.
Get the hell up.
The foreign care (sympathy?) lasts a while.
All you've got is you.
Be concerned. Very concerned about yourself.
It's not a forced life.
Own your decisions.
Face your decisions.
However wrong they are.
Be done with them.
Be damned if you're not trying hard enough.
Letting yourself down is the last thing you'd want.
No one's to blame except yourself.
No one's available to rely on except yourself.
Learn to live with your minor flaws.
Nobody is perfect.
And you are not Nobody.

Is there ?

Is there a moment where you feel like you don't have stuff to look after in the future ?
Is there a day when you know you don't have to stress about taking the right decisions ?
Is there a time where your mind feels completely free of the tasks it might need to consummate ?
Is there a chance when you feel like you have achieved all you could ever want ?
Is there a night where you sleep without thinking how much you'd have to achieve to reach your destination ?
Is there a time where the darkness of the night does not want to engulf you during hard phases ?
Is there a point where you don't feel claustrophobic under the things you need to accomplish to survive ?
Is there ? 

Road of life.

Vehicles all running at different paces
On this road.
Some speed by
While some are left behind. 
Some would be dangerously driven to stay ahead
While some halted.
Some face accidents
While some would never reach where they were supposed to.

Isn't life exactly the same ?

You may be too fast to notice others in life
Or too slow to catch up.
You may be the one who disturbs others lives to stay at the top
Or too kind to take a step back and let others stay ahead at times.
You might be the one who faced hindrances and still managed to smoothly carry on the journey
Or the one who never reached. 

Vehicles on the road or life
Irrespective of the pace, fast or slow 
Whatever the purpose
We all finally do reach our destinations.
Except the times where you're destined to never reach where you desire, but some place better...
For good.  

Grey

There's qualm,
There are times my mind is a complete chaos,
Maybe my mind wasn't created to see the black's and the white's..

It's always midway,
It's grey.

Not like I don't like grey,
But I'd love to know how it feels to have complete control over your mind and emotions..

I can't identify the blacks and react agitatedly,
Neither can I see the whites and be completely peaceful..
Maybe black's the peace and white's the agitation..
How'd I know?
I've always seen greys.

I wish decisions were facile,
And expressions easy to express,
Also, it wouldn't be a tedious task to pick,
Its always a state of confusion like this is,

It's all grey,
It's always been grey. 

Pearl Upon The Ocean

The need for perfection has chained us,
Into the shackles of insecurity

The ultimate want of being the best has moulded us,
To ignore the little pleasures of our journey here

The urge to keep up in the race of life has fooled us,
That being first is where all your happiness lies

The desperation of pretending to be happy has made us numb, 
To the reality that its normal to feel agony and express it

The habituated comparing of ourselves with others has made us believe,
That the entire world is better than us

But let us assume, for once, our life to be the ocean
And let us all be the pearls in it,
Where the pearls would be bright, shiny, faded
Or hidden deep in the ocean,
But each pearl has its own beauty
Just as each of us do,
Like a pearl upon the ocean,
Which shines bright in its own individuality...

The Mayhem Inside

You want to veil your agony,
But also know, you just need to cry it out...

You want nobody to know what battles you fight,
But also know, all you need is someone to look into your eyes & tell you they understand...

You want to be imprisoned in your own little cell,
But also know, you desperately need to break out of it...

You want to blame every single soul for your struggles,
But also know, no one but you are the sole proprietor of your desolation...

You want to think of ending your pain, your life,
But also know, that a genuine embrace is your only morphine...


And somewhere between what you want and what you know,
You find your light at the end of the tunnel,
You find your own way to shine bright through the battles that wrecked you...

Conundrum

You want them; you don't want them They heal you; they hurt you They make you smile; they make you weep Their proximity hits you ; their distance kills you They are your strength; they are your weakness They know you the most yet; they know you the least They make you love them; they make you hate them They are your paradise; they are your agony They are your relief; they are your pain They are the reason you live; they are the reason you don't want to They make you want to stay; they make you want to leave They trust you; they hold you guilty

You want to hold on; you want to let go You want them; you don't want them

Break Free

There's a bubble of happiness
Moulded with satisfaction.
Of all that belongs to this life
And all its ambiguity.

Unaware of the disparate needles
Ready to rupture the bubble.

When the distress finally sinks in
Everything is stupefying.
The unimagined happens
With its acceptance being intensely arduous.

It's a confrontation with the reality
Accompanying dysfunctionality.
Sleep seems to be a distant dream
And dreams become will-o'-the-wisp.

Exhaustion becomes a constant companion and
It's the monarchy of disconsolate emotions.
The life loses its life.

Until there comes a day
When there's no more grief to grieve about.

The decision to bring life back to life, dawns upon.
And that's when you break free.

Break free from the shackles of melancholy
And step into the world of contentment
One more time.

Life and Leaves.

It was fall.

I was walking through the woods crushing the dried leaves.

Listening to their crackling noise.

When I realised, we're all dried leaves in the circle of life at some point. 

Letting people crush our heart to pieces for it to never get back to the way it was.

The difference is, there's no noise when the heart is crushed.