confession story. #28

21, Male
kathmandu

Swallowed in the great deep fog of grief. An emptiness that fills my heart and head. That constricts my ability to think and even breathe. That’s when I learn about lost. There are some broken things that can’t be fixed and sometimes there is life itself. There is stuff that will hit you to your core and there is stuff that will break every piece of you. But even through the deepest floor of lost and insanity, you can rise. I am writing this from the other part of the world where life beats me every day, where life is much more than your daily instagram post or where the life is much more than the commitment you make to your lover about how you are going to spend the rest of the days happily ever after. I stand here today even after the worst days in my life making me believe that there is something in the world called ,”HOPE”. Happiness is what you choose to be and who you choose to be with. I have no idea what’s going on your life and how broken you are but I feel you.
I know you have been crying. I know you have been burning down in your own flame but trust me; I’ve been to the deepest jungle of fear, rejection, betray, hate and even something my words cannot explain but its fine. Yes, it is. I’ve wasted half of my life waiting for things to happen and waiting for people to come but it never works. Life is and will always be greater than all the things you been going through. You can’t wait things to happen – you need to make it work and for people you never wait for people – you move along with life. I don’t want to inspire you. I just want you to believe in yourself. Believe you are worth of all the good things in the life and your belief will help create that fact. Believe that your personal goal and dreams matter more than the goal and dream you have set with someone else. Wake up, forgot what broke you and start searching for things that will heal you. Cry as much as you can and then never shed a tear. You will be fine. You should be. Believe that.