I once told a little girl,that you can be what you wish.She looked at me with an atheist’s apprehension ‘Why didn’t you become what you wished then?’That question, till date, is growing like weed in my being.

I am maturing by unlearning everythingthat I was once taught on the pretext of survival.I have learnt that survival comes to you naturally.I am neither taming my thoughts, nor letting them run wild.They snuggle to me like a sick childand I put them to sleep with no anxiety whatsoever.I am not hurting, nor healing.I am doing just fine.

The mechanism of beingisn’t always meant to be understood,it is meant to be experienced.

The unfathomable wilderness of this mind.Blind. Unkind.

The survival mechanism of humansis so powerful and yet so painful.This constant struggle to exist.

The day you stop listening to your chaos,it will start transforming into catharsis.