Adulthood

 Has there ever been one of those moments where it feels like you're stuck in a bubble?  As if you're completely wrapped in fluff all around, yet you're too scared to pop it?  That is how most people live their lives. They just coast through life, never really challenging themselves or the world around them. Clichés and motivational quotes are what they hide behind, never really facing harsh reality. Now, here's the real deal, champ: life's a bitch , and then you die. Not a journey or a destination, but a freakin' battlefield . And if you want to make it through, you gotta stop being a coward and be a warrior . Think of those stupid inspirational posters: " Happiness is a journey, not a destination. "  They're supposed to make you feel good, give you false security. But they're also a trap. They blind you from seeing the world the way it really is and from acting upon that. Thing is, punk, reality doesn't give a flying f**k about how you...

The Embrace:  There's something kind of weird about growth: it hurts. A lot. We spend our lives chasing dreams, building careers, nurturing relationships, and all along, we have run-ins with things that leave us bruised and battered. Tempting as it may seem to recoil from these obstacles, to envelop ourselves in comfort and avoid the sting of pain, what if I said that pain wasn't your enemy, but your teacher? This might sound crazy. But bear with me. Pain—in its raw, uncomfortable form—is the universe's way of nudging us in a new direction. It's that flashing red light on the dashboard of life, screaming, "Hey, something's not working! Time to adjust!" Imagine trying to learn a new skill—say, playing the piano. First, your fingers fumble, the notes are off-key, and frustration steps in. But is it the frustration that makes one give up? No! It's the indicator that you're doing the right thing: pushing out your edges, making progress, even if it feel...

I am at a stage where i have given up about almost everything. I have limited to the most basic things in my life RIGHT NOW. At this point, all I wanna do is disappear. People in this world will not bother to know how are you. Even the closest ones in your life will choose to not give a fuck about you, because they'll be tired. tired of the shit that you are giving to them. They will really start to care when you start hating them. They might not realize what they have done to you. They might have hurt you for something that you did once, and may be you asked for forgiveness and they did forgive you. But the ego and the attitude in them wasn't satisfied for their forgiveness. When you start hating them, they start being the victim for the problem they caused you.  the forget what they did to you, the pain, the suffering, the mental torture they made you go through wasn't enough for them. YOU are just a piece of SHIT to them. I am not saying this all by myself. It is them wh...

  The pain that changed into anger, then hatred tagged along. Everyone in this world has their own stories. Stories of both good and bad. And i believe it is balanced equally, this good and bad story helps them in growing and developing mature emotions, it helps in handling stress with great firm decisions. Decisions which you never imagined as a teenager, that you would take. These Decisions helps us grow mentally and physically and emotionally. Without pain, there is no suffering, and without suffering there is no development in a person. whether its a male or a female, both g through the same type, but different pain in many different aspects Let me tell you something. Something that i have been telling it to everyone, nobody cares what you go through (unless you mean something to them), Nothing is going to change if you weren't here. Now folks, don't make a quick decisions, read this completely, " Nothing is going to change if you weren't here, but you ...

Just wanted to share a little bit about what my life's been like lately. Honestly, kinda crazy. Every day feels like a whirlwind from waking up to crashing out at night. My alarm clock is my worst enemy. It wrenches me right out of bed at 4 am sharp. Making breakfast for my parents and myself is the first order of business on my to-do list. Not exactly my dream job but someone has got to do it. Then it's a mad dash to get ready for college. Classes start at 7 am, which is basically the crack of dawn for me. College in and of itself is a mixed bag. Some classes I really enjoy, while others feel like torture. Oh well, that is what is expected, isn't it? By the time the day of college is over at around 2 or 3 pm, I am literally ready to drop dead . But there is no time for that. I have to get home, deal with the chores, and, of course, listen to endless advice from my parents .  I love them, but it feels sometimes like a never-ending lecture. After I survive the ...

Have you read the story of Ratan by Rabindranath Tagore? It is about this small girl who finds an affinity with the kind-hearted postmaster who comes to her village. She feels devastated when he leaves the place. Perhaps you are not going through exactly the same situation as Ratan, but don't you ever feel that someone needs to understand how burdened you are? Life is hard at any age. It feels like there's a million things being put on your plate: school, homework, chores, family stuff, taking care of yourself. .. This is your space to write about all that—whether you are a kid trying to get a mountain of homework done or an adult, running a career and raising a family. Finding Your Rhythm Mornings. Some people, perhaps like you, are early birds who chirp with the rising sun. Others, let's just say the snooze button is their favorite sport. The good news? There's really no one-size-fits-all answer to sleep schedules. We'll help you find a routine that wo...

Navigating the Storm: My Story of Loss and Hope. Finding My Voice It wasn't often easy sharing my story. I was mostly riddled with doubt, fear of judgment, the prospecting of reliving the feeling. It was something about the shift within me that began with my truth-telling. People confided in me, shared their struggles, and I'd realize the power of connection. Perhaps my story can be the one that would help out another person, perhaps bring some hope into someone else's personal storm. And that's when the idea for this blog came. This area is meant for all those who feel that they have lost the right direction, who feel lonely and not understood. This is a space that is meant for sharing experiences, giving support and letting others know that we are not alone in this fight. These are the stories of resilience, of struggling and surviving successive ordeals, of mustering the strength to go on. Living with ADHD Yes, life with ADHD is a struggle. On other days, everything ...

Navigating the Storm: My Story of Loss and Hope. Hey everybody, this is Ashwin. Life can be a complete rollercoaster, throwing sunshine your way at one moment and feeling like a never-ending storm the next. Today, I want to share a little titbit about growing up with a load on my shoulders, but most importantly, a tale of hope. Growing Up Different Things just felt a bit off from the very beginning. My parents would always be around, but it seemed as though they existed on a whole other planet. They loved each other, but they were also preoccupied with grown-up issues, and the space that left wasn't really enough for a kid with a whirling mind. Yeah, I have ADHD. 'It's as if there were a million hamsters running on some wheel in my head all the time. Sometimes it's fun—full of energy and creativity—but other times, I can't focus and sit still for the life of me.'. School wasn't exactly a walk in the park either. Kids can be mean, and mine were no exception. ...

While life might be a nice song for some, treading well between happiness and sadness, it was noise to others—unbearable, continuous series of dissonant notes that make somebody wish for quietness while he covers his ears. The following is about those belonging to the latter group: a messy piece played messily based on reality. It is the first stage, characterized by puzzlement and indecisiveness in regard to oneself, familiar to many. Many of us turn to questioning ourselves: am I the one pilfering me? Do I just act to be someone else? A person in identity crisis? Our memory of our childhood is hazy and we sometimes ask if we have changed a bit or we have always been a mess. It can be put to a point of extreme frustration-such that all one is surrounded by are questions running ceaselessly without answers, beating on our heads: "WTF?" The next movement on the table is the going into the void of loneliness. The feeling of valuelessness is likened to just floating adrift in a...