Nights Of Growing Up

One more night of survival ends here. I just survived a day of hopelessness and I truly feel like congratulating myself. This is how 'growing up' turns out to be at one point of time, I suppose. Days turn to nights and nights to days, people and time change too but the constant feeling of "where am I going?" never changes. I long to see what's in store for tommorrow and all I carry inside me is the people who have become blurred but memorable lessons.

We tend to adapt to the kind of feeling a person makes us feel and that feel runs through the blood like a magical drug and when it disappears after sometime, like every other thing does, we get insane.

We have dreams and we work hard but suddenly we realise that hard work is not the only key to success, and, the toughest lesson of life is the acceptance of the fact that life is unfair, most of the times. Then, there is another lesson of learning the art of letting people go.

This is the period when I forget that I am alive. Some nights are so mysteriously miserable that I need to remind myself that I'm alive. I, at times, just sit up straight in the middle of the night trying to listen to my heart beat, trying to feel home in my home, trying to feel the comfort of my bed and not trying to figure out anything but just realising the things I have. This is all I need. I pull myself together the moment I feel my heart pumping blood for me and my lungs inhaling and exhaling gases. They are doing too much to keep me alive and I must do the same for them- I must Live life!