Being human

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How do you stand tall?

How do you not fall?

How do you still hope?

How do you manage to cope?

How do you forgive…

Those who took away your reason to live?

How do you still love?

Have faith in the one above?

How do you persevere?

Manage to spread cheer?

How can you be so kind…

I wonder if you are blind!

How do you still dream?

When your nightmares still make you scream?

How do you believe…

When you still have so much to grieve…

How do you do it…tell me…

How can you set yourself free?

Is this what it is to be human?

Will IĀ finally feel like a new man?

 

 

 

Learning to breathe

She was sitting on a bench in the park. It was 6:30 in the morning.

It was one of those days when she had decided to wake up early. She didn’t know why. There was this burning restlessness inside of her.

October was never a good month for her. It was always turbulent, always full of uncertainties. She always liked to be planned to the T. Almost like a borderline OCD.

But she was learning to relax. Learning to live. Learning to breathe.

Breathe. She took in a deep breath. For once…in a very, very long time she felt free.

She felt free from the self – imposed shackles of her work…from the notions of what others felt she ought to do…from what she felt she was obliged to do. No…for once she was doing what she wanted to do.

And you know what…being able to do what you want to do? That was real freedom.

She had no where to go. No one to love. Love…another elusive thing which haunted her sometime. But she was learning to let go and set her heart free. She knew one day someone who would keep it in a safe place would find it and till then…till then she was learning how to love herself. Learning how to find happiness in the fact of realizing her true potential as an individual.

She was learning to live.

Learning to breathe.