I wish I could turn back to all those faces that once were infront of me and say, "It is what it is. A devil is noticed only after it's made, not while it writhed to not be born like that."
That's the thing about life. People shall poke and stab you and then call you out for bleeding all over the place, like the blood was the only thing uncalled for, not their stabs. And only so many scratches can make a wound deep enough to not heal easily.
Sometimes I forget how I met my so-called friends, why we met. Not a fair part in this world to remember. And the more I distance myself from such people, the more I realise they were never as special as I thought they were. They were flawed. They ARE flawed. But I never noticed them over mine. I am as flawed as them, no more, no less, just enough that justifies I am not responsible for their misbehaviour, albeit unwilling or maybe willing, who knows? Not me atleast.
To anyone who needs it, you are fine. You are not flawed beyond the limit that warants permanent damage. The clock will tick away, so will days and the people who make you feel low. I realised this recently. Maybe you did along with me, before me, or maybe not yet.
#Grow#yqbaba#selflove#bliss_rambles
