Akshaj

[beingakshaj]

"𝘔𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘲𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢,

𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘷𝘢𝘣 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘨𝘢..𝘣𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘨𝘪,

𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘷𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘫𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘨𝘪, 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪.. 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘬𝘴"

-𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘇 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗲 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹

[beingakshaj]

When our sin is brought to our attention by God, we can choose denial, avoidance, or deflection of responsibility. But when we confess and repent, He weeds out sins that harm our relationships with Him and others.

[beingakshaj]

When our sin is brought to our attention by God, we can choose denial, avoidance, or deflection of responsibility. But when we confess and repent, He weeds out sins that harm our relationships with Him and others.

[beingakshaj]

Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.

- Paulo Coelho

[beingakshaj]

The constant need to be loved by someone or the other is pathetic and a vulgar trait of a weak snivelling bunch of pussies starved for attention, mulling for approval and fondness, fantasizing affection and idealizing each other. Monogamy isn't rare anymore it's dead so for the time being keep running your head first into the same brick wall over and over again.

[beingakshaj]

The thing that's stopping you from killing yourself can also make you kill someone.

[beingakshaj]

Do we actually have control over our lives or do we just believe that we have control to make us feel better in a world where nothing makes sense? I don't have answers to this today, but I do know that somedays you just feel like letting go everything and just going with the flow. But then not everybody does it? Why? What stops us? Who are the ones who aren't stopped?

We are just one psychic trigger away from living our lives in autopilot, getting numb and oblivious to everything.

[beingakshaj]

I have a sleep disorder that causes nightmares and dreams that are often indistinguishable from reality. I live whole lives with partners and kids or work jobs in strange places for decades in full technicolour details and reach old age before waking. Sometimes it's so intense that I sob and grieve for the lost relationships as if my real life partner has died. I am confused to be my own age and be here, now. The theory that this life is a simulation type thing feels pretty real to me. My brain seems to create whole viable realities anyway.

[beingakshaj]

Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

[beingakshaj]

As a man it is very important to figure out what your priorities are for each and every specific circumstances of your life. If you just go with the flow, you might end up making memories but down the line you'll have only memories and nothing else (unless your dad is like super rich, then fuck around nobody cares).

[beingakshaj]

The human identity is universal; it understands pain, suffering, and justice."

[beingakshaj]

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.

[beingakshaj]

At this point I'm not going to opening up to someone unless it's my autopsy.

[beingakshaj]

How do I ask you about your day? I don't know how that works. My parents never asked me how my day was. All of my enthusiasm died in front of their busy ignorant cold faces as I buried my cheerful self in my dark room while they boasted about providing me with basic necessities.

How was my day? I don't know how that works.

-Akshaj'19

[beingakshaj]

We live our entire life relying on obscure definitions of what we should feel at situations. I've never had fulfilment in life, you know, like the moment you feel there's nothing left to be done, even for a short moment. There has been something or the other constantly bugging me, eating me slowly. All these because my definition of happiness and fulfilment is obscure. My happiness doesn't come from the inside, its based on certain achievements. I can never be happy and I've learnt to live with it.