The major achievement in life is discovering yourself
I started writing few years ago,
not because I wanted to pursue it,
but to let out the pain and ease myself amidst my haunting thoughts.
“Do not show what you really are“
“Fake it!“, were the sentences people pasted on my face,
’cause apparently hiding the truth was the ‘new cool’
HIDE- ’cause you need friends,
“Who is going to befriend me if I cry out my desires and thoughts?“
“I don’t want to be a crybaby, or a narcissist“
I tagged my qualities with the worst words I could find,
so as to only HIDE.
The actions were to fit in,
to squeeze in the line where thousands stood waiting,
to get what others wanted.
“Did I want it?”
‘It’ was the missing piece,
the one I thought was the one which others had,
but why was I not happy when ‘It’ landed my hands?
I was getting lost in the maze of my thoughts, when a door emerged between the walls,
so I ran towards it, opened and stepped out,
not thinking for a second,
if this is what ‘It’ is.
If I had,
I would not have surrounded myself with the plethora of magic in hand.