Your hands carry the history of all your tears and the tears of those you have loved. Your tears have bruised your hands so many times with lost memories and confusing feelings, but you always gave
refuge to your tears in your hands, because you like to collect your sadness instead of dealing with it.
It makes more sense to suffer than to suffer while trying to understand why have you been feeling so irreversibly unhappy and disappointed in yourself You have stopped blaming the world for your sorrows because everytime you cover your eyes with your hands
while having an emotional breakdown, you realize.. Nothing is real in this life except your own hands when it comes to comforting yourself or expecting to be comforted by someone, for your hands feel more alone than you...and your hands are that version of yourself who is too vulnerable to ask for affection, but they are self-aware enough to articulate their aloneness into this
unique sadness which eventually makes them forever so wrinkled and beautiful and rigid and gentle and broken.

It was fun to have you as a dream, waking up was not my choice but that's how life is.

How do U get over someone who was never yours? Who do you blame when you broke your own heart.

He had loved and had found himself in the process. Most people love only in order to lose themselves.

Once by mistake she tore a map in half. She taped it back, but crookedly.

Now all the roads ended in water. There were mountains right next to her hometown.

Wouldn't that be nice if it were true? I'd tear a map and be right next to you.

The Bhagwad Geeta dedicates a better half of a chapter to describing the lakshanas (marks) of a sthitaprajna (a man of "steady mind") unperturbed by the vicissitudes of life. Aka a stoic. The word is Sthita-pragya

Arjun said: O Keshav, what is the disposition of one who is steadfast? How does an one of a steady intellect converse? How does he sit? How does he walk?

The Supreme Lord said: O Parth (Arjuna), when one discards all selfish desires and cravings of the senses that torment the mind, and becomes satisfied by (abiding) in his own self, such a person is said to be stead-fast. One whose mind remains undisturbed amidst misery, who does not crave for pleasure, and who is free from attachment, fear, and anger, is called a sage of steadfast wisdom. One who is able to withdraw the (identification of consciousness) senses from their objects, just as a tortoise withdraws its limbs into its shell, is established in true wisdom.

A lower-caste boy in a hopeless love, a daughter torn with guilt, a father sinking in greed and a spirited kid craving for a family, each one is yearning to escape the constrictions of a small town.

The saddest part is realizing that all the love you have for someone, all the dreams you've built around them, might never be reciprocated. It's when you understand that no matter how deeply you feel, you can't make someone feel the same way about you. The heartache comes from holding on to hope, from the countless "what if's."' The saddest part of love isn't loving someone who doesn't love you back; it's not recognizing that
you deserve someone who does.

They say that love is complicated but it doesn't have to be. It is making two cups of coffee in the morning instead of one. It is text me when you get home, call me when you need to, listening without saying a word. It is this song reminds me of you and I understand how you feel and with you I become a little bit more real. It is inventing a million reasons just to keep talking even though it's late at night.

Love is effort, it is not ease, but it isn't quite as complicated as they want you to believe.

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