My BFF #13 BFF 2019 was a disaster to me; I was totally detracted and sank in my own melancholy. Life has taught me some hard lessons in the hardest way! My deck used to be tightly packed with my friends. I’ve never crossed a day without set of people around me. When I was dealing with mental agonies, unfortunately, no one was around. I won’t blame my pals, because they were struggling to put their things together. That’s where the inner me woke up to sense and realised I’ve to lean on my own shoulders, wipe off my tears and whisper, ‘its going to okay! You can endure through it’. It wasn’t easy to pick myself as I do for others; but after that I’ve gained the uttermost strength to withstand the solitude and find my solace. Whoever reads it, Of course being a cocoon is safe; it’s well shielded. Cocoon relies on the outer shell. When time comes, the shield has to be ripped off; and the cocoon has to undergo trauma and break the comfort by itself. But there you go, after all the pressure it undergoes, it is moulded to a new being. It’s no more an ugly cocoon; it becomes an enchanted butterfly. That cocoon never imagined of wings; it was stick to a wood/ trunk, and was immobile. Now after all the pressure that it went through, the shield has gone and it is bestowed with purposeful wings. It can fly and spread the pixel dust and thereby making an remarkable part in the ecosystem!
