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There are no accidents or coincidences: every single thing has a frequency, and when anything comes into your life, it means it's on the same frequency as you are. Rhonda Byrne
Life doesn’t fail to give happiness, we often fail to notice it. And yet, even those who have everything still feel something missing. Maybe the problem isn’t what life gives… but how endlessly we expect more...
ख्वाहिशों के धागों से जाल बुनता रहा इंसान, फिर उसी में उलझकर ढूँढता रहा अपनी पहचान।
"With threads of desire, man kept weaving a net, Only to get entangled within, searching for his own identity."
We spend our lives weaving. Thread by thread, choice by choice… we build something we call life... careers to sustain us, relationships to hold us, identities to define us, and invisible worlds to be seen... Like a spider, we craft our web with purpose, with patience… with hope. And yet, somewhere along the way, we pause, only to realize we are no longer moving freely within it. The very threads meant to support us begin to cling. To tighten. To decide our direction before we do. There’s a strange irony in this existence, we become prisoners not of fate, but of our own design... The work we built for stability becomes a place we cannot leave. The people we loved for warmth become memories we cannot outgrow. The image we created for connection becomes a mask we cannot remove. And still… we keep weaving. Maybe the answer was never to destroy the web. Because without it, we would drift, slost, untethered. Maybe the secret is quieter than that. To know… which threads are meant to hold us, and which ones are slowly holding us back. To walk gently on the lines that give us life and stop feeding the ones that take it away. Because we are not just the ones who get trapped. We are still the weavers. And that… means we can choose what our web becomes...
Don't go searching for answers
to every single doubt you feel...
For those who live in constant suspicion,
life rarely finds a way to heal...
On a date
I love remembering that nothing is permanent and I can change my mind and reinvent myself at any moment, even multiple times a day. there are no rules
“Be with someone that requires you to grow, makes you forget your problems, holds your hand, likes to kiss, appreciates art, and adores you.”
— Unknown
“The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding.”
— Law of Attraction
The way I love doesn't fit in this era.
Don't love too deeply until you're sure that the other person loves you with the same depth. Because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.
- “ Muhabbat jitni gehri hogi ussey mila dard bhi utna hi gehra hoga ”
“Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.”
— Sarah Brooke
“And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.”
— Unknown
“She distanced herself to save herself.”
— Unknown