Bereft we never are as the air we breathe has it. The flowers, the trees, the birds melodies abounds this treasure but is hard to find and we choose to be confined.
That yearn for looking beautiful and showing off our best to that special someone, to whom like magnet the attraction is. The unknown emotions suddenly fill the treasure heart. Balloon of happiness inflating with the profound love received from that innocent lover and promises, with meaning, are exchanged in chits.
The season of spring soon meets the rainy weather with gloomy eyes speaking the condition of the depressed heart and mind accepts the distressing state with practical attempts to accomplish the desired. The sneaking. the hiding, witnessed by the night who becomes our best friend with celestial bodies guarding the blissful acts of Love.
Who said that ‘Love’ will make a difference in academic percentage? Where is it written that one’s marks would dilapidate if he or she feels ‘Love’? The innocence turns to mental stress when parents restrict their own child’s movements. They could have fed their kid with a healthy diet but they force them to focus on academics without considering their mental state. Would the child value the beauty of ‘Love’ if prison is the answer from parent’s end?
A dose of ‘Love’ which requires patience always leads to fruitful solutions. Make it easy for your child to recognize Love’s beauty in their adulthood.
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damn these cheeks are hot forget not, this is what? do not know what shit to write so chose face, is it alright? no foundation to conceal rough look a tough veil beauty not much of concern knowledge is an important term does body needs a tiring run? reminder for life: it is fun chosing present overcoming past walk, run or jog but fast lifes moves are not brisk take chances admire risks such thoughts are thresholds the motivated mind scolds use what pen or paper or cellphone? mind should set this as alarm tone writing is a beautiful art flow of exact words is a perfect start better write to describe inspirational words need a scribe many exists of the same tribe would bath give a nice vibe? sored muscles will find satisfaction warm or cold choose wisely treat this body nicely tiresome soul thoughtful mind walking and writing a perfect grind a movie is a thoughtful opinion suggested by a friend named: Minion after all this, a word comes RELAX nobody is asking for the Tax grab coffee switch off the light watch new Superman for timely delight
This is what I go through in my mind when I am upset: Mood Swings. Perplexed, disheartened, pessimist thoughts start irritating me. I feel like giving up everything as if their are no doors left to open. I am not Alice and this is no wonderland, obviously, but I try. I try to raise my positive inner voice by help of yoga or a brisk walk or bath or writing like this to vent my trouble. Do you feel like this ever? I do not know if it is common or not but failures add to this negativity. Failures created by society, US HUMANS, which some people are able to cope but some drown. #mentalhealth #mentalpressure created by elder generations is destroying our present an abyss for future. Hope and faith are two strong pillars giving us strength.