Equality

Anxiety, something that is more common and more real than ghosts. We all have experienced anxiety in our lives. Going far back in time, learning what anxiety is, why it makes us so nauseous, so uncomfortable. It all started when we were apes, oh I mean our ancestors were apes. Anxiety is a feeling which basically warns animals from any danger, from being prey to attackers. So what basically happens when we are anxious is, the blood flow goes straight to our legs, cutting the flow to our digestive system. There is no way in the world you are feeling anxious and eating food at the same time, it feels like you are going to throw up everything you ever ate. The feeling developed to run, to escape. It has not evolved the way we deal with situations nowadays like sitting in a chair, feeling anxious over public speaking, breakup, or whatever. We are not the prey anymore, there is no need to run, there is no way to just escape this feeling. Now coming on to the second part, the more important

I was stuck on this question for so long. Love in its purest form does not expect anything in return. It is just a form of giving and being happy to do that. Love is Spritutal. And when i talk about love i am not classifying it as motherly love or romantic kind of love. Love is just Love. It is highest form of surdender. I often found myself in situations when i wanted to keep beliving on this feeling but i didn't feel any happiness in return. Even to my surprise there was pain. There was hurt, for not being treated the way i wished. I tried to nullify these feelings. I still wanted to give love in the purest form. I was still trying to stick on my belief and not expect anything in return. Therefore, i simply adopted a method where i just forgave the other person even without them ask for my forgiveness. I thought it was noble thing. I wanted to restore my faith and feel happy. But there came a point in my life when i stood up and asked myself. Are you really happy? Not expecting

W 'I understood myself only after i had destroyed myself and only in the process of fixing myself, did i know who i really was' -Sade Andria Zabala' We often come accross situations when we just know we have been wronged, we know the world hasn't been fair with us. We just know, we haven't really done anything to deserve this. At that time, we feel pitty for ourselves, we feel helpless, we find reasons and people to blame for our misery. If you think you have been wronged by a person, remember that you are a person too. Even the world's most horrific killer confess and say that he has a good heart. Does it make him innocennt? No. what was the fault of the person who got killed? Nothing. My point is, there is no sense in waiting to see how karma works, there is no sense in wanting people to change and realise what wrong they have done. You cannot wait for someone to realise their mistake and move ahead in life only when they have realise what wrong

 I like writing and I like reading as well. I like how writing is a process to express your deepest self without uttering a word yet expressing a lot about how you feel. I like reading, how it is a process of reading the writer without actually knowing the writer.  But for some reason, I stop writing sometimes, Why? I might blame it on my college or how I have to do so many things but I couldn't. However, the real reason is, I feel insecure posting. Like I know, my writing skills are average but it doesn't reach the audience I want to. How there are only 10-12 people who will actually read the whole thing.  Then again, I forgot why do I write in the first place. I write because I like to write not to reach a goal or several people. Many of you might also go through the same dilemma, so just do not forget why you do what you do.  This blog is rather scattered thoughts I tried to pull together into sentences, we are not so ascetic people, after all, we consciously or

  "Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human's freedoms- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way." -Viktore.E Frankl  This beautiful extract you just read is from the book "Man's Search for Meaning". Since I just finished reading the book, I wanted to talk about it's "impact". It's the kind of book which stays with you for a lifetime and what makes it so special is it's not exactly a "story book". The first part of the book describes Viktore's experience in a concentration camp, which is a place where minorities or political imprisonment happens. So the book has a very dark start. The author talks about his hopelessness, how difficult it was for him and people around him to find the will to survive, as these people were not thieves or murderers. These people were civilians, normal working class people with a normal job and a normal life just

 Some days, its all about spending too much or too little time awake. You be in your room for hours, don't you want to go out a little and enjoy the sun? No. Some days you are just by yourself.  They say "The grass always seems to be greener on the other side". Sometimes it not just seems to be but it is true, the grass is indeed greener on the other side. You sit and think, sometimes for 15 mins sometimes straight for an hour, you just THINK! what have i done not to deserve the completeness other's have? you ask, you keep on asking. No one answers, because you are asking it to yourself and self-answers does not come that easy. Well, maybe there exist no answer. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe the whole purpose of this timeless thinking and questioning is for nothing. Then what is sense? what is the sense of this suffering, this hatred and all these feelings, what is the sense if there is no ray of sunshine at the end of this dark cloud?  All this in