The perspective is, to each it’s own.
The world is vibrant, I am all in black and greys.
There in no word i can explain, why i carry the empty face.

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The perspective is, to each it’s own.
The world is vibrant, I am all in black and greys.
There in no word i can explain, why i carry the empty face.
Patience and Tolerance, were my power.
When asked upon, naming your strengths, I say and always include Patience and Tolerance.
But these are very tricky words and attributes to go hand in hand.
Patience. (Noun) is the ability to endure difficult circumstances.
Keeping calm amidst the provocative havoc. Waiting for everything to fall on its place, at its time. Don't rush into decisions or actions in one's difficult times.
This patience checks the level of tolerance.
Tolerance. (Noun) the ability or willingness to tolerate the existence of opinions or behaviour that one dislikes or disagrees with.
The more tolerant you are, for the world to be harassing you in all possible ways, the more patience you keep before doing anything about it.
So, this in turn does not really comes out as a strength, but makes you weak, that you take up all shit people throw at you, and just end up wanting to give up at any given point.
How much can you drag yourself through the thorns? You bleed and bleed, and there is no time for the wounds to heal.
Yet again, you play tolerance as your strength. Keep walking through jungle of prickly stems, no matter what more hurts you or the old wounds that are still fresh. But you choose not to give up at all, for the desire to see what is at the end of this seemingly endless dark forest.
There is hope of healing, there is that not giving up attitude, and there is you standing in the middle of everything, with the desire to end the misery for all at once.
Patience and Tolerance were my power, i choose to keep them today too. Cause giving up is the weakness, I know I ain't made for.
I am empty of emotions, and suddenly I'm full of rage. I got no channel out, but I'm not going to choke up too.
Self love, eh?
If you're a person who truly believes in self love, you should believe that you love yourself despite the faults in you, and not believe that you're the best and above all the people in the world. There is thin line between putting yourself first and putting yourself above everyone.
You believe you have got cracks, and it isn't end of the world. While you cherish yourself, you also try to fill in those gaps, or may be not, coz you accept who you are. You know it's not perfect, but you love yourself and never let yourself down.
There is thin line between loving yourself and being humble to people, and thinking high of yourself and demeaning others. You might make people feel worthless, in the name of self love. And while that makes you feel better, it might hampers someone's self-worth.
How fragile is your concept of self love, that you get insecure or startled when someone tries to come to your own level. You push people away from your personal proximity. You worry that you wouldn't be able to love yourself the same. You don't share the love for yourself with other. What you have for you, what you have for other, is different. If it's strong, if you're strong, you'll have enough love for you and for the other. I never say that don't love yourself, but the moment you favor yourself and hurt the other, it isn't self love, but being selfish. But if the odds are against the bad, You Do Choose You.
Love yourself, but be kind to people. Favor yourself, but don't hurt the other. There's always a way out.
My unfortunate luck doesn't let me see you in the daylight, my courage doesn't allow to see how bright you are.
So I am there at dusks and dawns, seeing you go down and rising up. Where you scatter wondrous colors in the sky that makes it so beautiful, for which everyone puts a camera before their eyes to see the clouds, saying "how wonderful the clouds look!" "How beautiful is the sky!" But I am interested in how you do it, how do you scatter colors so magnificently?
I am just a petty human, gazing out of my window, trying to gather courage, by just looking at you.🌄