No one cares. You gotta do it yourself.

Everyone is busy handling their own shit; everyone is busy formulating plans on what they get from you.

If you are worthless, so to speak, they will drop you like a rusted nail and move on. While moving on, they may cause some stampede, some mayhem, and they may even crush you in the dust. In that moment, what matters is not how much dust you ate, but whether you can shove it off and get up.

That is all what matters - whether you can get up or not.

Friends and family will be there but they cannot get up for you, you gotta do it yourself. World doesn’t pity you or your puny miseries, yes, I said puny, irrespective of what kind of shit you are going through, world will see it as puny.

If someone commits suicide world will say that he/she was too weak but not for a second will it think that ‘maybe’, just ‘may be,’ problem was too big and overwhelming.

Whether you label your problems and insecurities as ‘patience’ or ‘planning’ or ‘busy’, it doesn’t matter, what matters when you get crushed by LIFE into the dust is whether you are busy tasting the dust or busy GETTING UP?

My friend, get up, if you are still alive that itself is the proof that you still have fight left in you.

GET UP!