Just because I’m a teenager, it doesn’t mean that I can’t have any problem physically. Sometimes even I get body pain but NO, of course not. I’m a teenager, how can I get a body pain. I’m supposed to study even if my eyes pop out. Even if I die at this young age someone’s gonna say out loud “She was careless. She didn’t think about her parents” . The fact that only I will be the one to know is that no one cared to asked if I’m okay or thought for a second to go and check me. What if the child is going through something terrible. Well, we say love happens after mental maturity. Don’t you think that some of the living human species who are barely teenagers have a heart. If they can love their parents and family, why aren’t they allowed to love other people ? Okay fine, let’s consider that teenagers make mistakes but they do have a pure working heart which you definitely don’t want to crush. Because once it’s crushed, it’s crushed forever.
A teenager’s brain is very much alive and working even though people think their brain is walking around and then people talk to teenagers in a language like ” are you out of your mind ?” Of course they are. YOU made them take their brain out of their brain box . It’s the manipulative society under who’s darkness some teenagers decide to end their life then and there.
A teenager is a human with feelings and brain as well. Just the correct guidance and a little supportive nature of society is required.
Take it from a teenager.
One day , out of nowhere , I thought about this theory. I was in the bus , on the way to my institution. I wasn’t talking to anyone that day and I was staring constantly at the road. The path that lead me to this incredible story. The music was blustering into my ears . I stared at the road and stared untill I realized that I’m not able to see a single thing on the road. I looked back and stared at the road behind the bus again . I couldn’t see anything. I was confused. And then finally when I stared at the road right below where I was sitting…. I could see everything possible on the road. I could see the small stones and the sand particles . And then for the first time I realized why people talk a lot about this theory. The road in front of me was like future which I was looking forward to but you never know what happens in your future that’s why I couldn’t see anything. The road at the back was like past, about which a person thinks and gets confused or sad or everything becomes blur all of a sudden . But , The road just below me was like present where I could see everything possible and everything was crystal clear. This was a life lesson for me. This is one of the reasons why we know or hear a lot about the ‘live in the moment ‘ theory.
Why do a lotta people say ‘live in the moment, don’t think about past or future ‘? Why’s the world always about present ? Is it a thoughtful move by someone in the ancient times? Or there’s a story behind the fact that a person must live in the moment and live the present life ? These were some of the questions about which my brain was getting curious. Don’t you think these questions are unanswered or are needed to be answered ? Usually , people talk about these topics in general and leave the topic in between without even thinking that why’s there this fact of life, and guess what ? No one bothers to answer these questions because they know it is useless to explain . People are going to think about future . People are going to be nostalgic sometimes because it gives them happiness in some or the other way. It freshens their mind for some time. And why not ? The past that people think about was a present at some point of time in there life isn’t it? Well , coming to the important point that how I discovered a story behind the ‘ live in the moment ‘ theory.
To be continued…
Truth is meant to be hidden. Lies are meant to be told, because if lies didn’t exist there would be no such word like truth. This small world is full to the brim with fictional stories. Our mouth is the gun and words are the bullets but these bullets named ‘falsies’ hit real hard man. These are of many types. Virtual , real , stupid , and many more still unknown to the philosophers. I don’t know how…I don’t know why but some people are expert in shooting these falsies . They’re born shooters, and guess what ? They don’t let us know for a fraction of seconds that we’re dead already.
Thanks to all those who always tried to let me down,
It’s because of the obvious reasons.. I don’t wear the crown.
And they know pretty well how easy it is
to cut me out and let me , in the enormous ocean , drown.
But a quick question; do you know the fact?
that all I do in front of them is act,
as if I’m weak,
but that’s not the streak.
Every single time you scar me,
you hate me or hurt me,
I become strong enough to hold myself,
strong enough to break that shelf.
That shelf full of books,
namely weakness , anger and sharp hooks.
on which I hang my confidence and dignity,
to use it at perfect moments and throw out the negativity.
You know some things in the world are not explained or told but are felt. Yeah! The first thought in your working model protected under the skull is ‘love’ , but what is love? It’s a part of a brilliantly named word ‘feelings’. So yeah , Love is not the only thing we feel. We feel everything possible in the excitingly celebrated world around us , and I guess I’m one of those rarest people to actually figure out the f*****g fact that even our working model protected under the skull i.e brain has a digestive system . This amazing fact is still unknown to the world . I know you still don’t get this sh*t that I’m trying to convey. Okay! so, all the feelings that we feel , we literally eat them like binge eaters. Then where does it go? To the obvious path of digestive system of the brain. Now there are 2 kinds of people. One who digest it completely and don’t react . They freaking nail it man. And the others who try to digest the sh*t tones of feelings but fail to do so. Then they puke their stuff into the basin, and who are these basins? These basins are your CLOSEST friends . Now the main question in the test of our life is that who are the basin of our life? Go and find them and puke out on their face all the sh*t feelings that you couldn’t digest and see how beautiful they make you feel. They don’t judge you for what you are. Because they are your own basins and feel special to be called someone’s basin.
I was passionate . I was curious. But the falsifying truth was crawling inside my head. Hey there! Fictitious things or writings are not actually fictitious. It is a real world that exists inside a person’s heart. So basically fiction is real but not real. Yet confused right? There’s nothing to be confused about. Because this world with 50% awfulness forces us to divert towards fiction. I don’t know you people like it or not but that’s what the ‘real me’ says about the real world where everyone is fictitious from outside and even from inside. There are rarest of the rare people who are actually real from inside and outside. And maybe a lil population of people are aware of it.