C'est la vie.

I have often been told "you have changed a lot". "For all the good reasons". I add. Maybe, they don't think so. People judge real quick, don't they? They notice the change but, fail to see the years of pain I endured behind that pretty smile. They judge me for enjoying my solitude but, never held my hand when I was lonely. They smirk at my love for books and fictional characters, but were nowhere to be found when I needed company. They complain about my indifference, but had walked away when their words could actually make a difference.

It took me days, months and years to endure self-love and rise with every fall. And, you tell me I have changed? Well, I don't mind. It's okay because your validation doesn't matter anymore.

C'est la vie!

© Sheerin Naz.

It's always good to be alive.

And, there comes a day when you give up on life, but life doesn't give up on you. Be grateful to such days for, these are blessings in disguise. Years later, when you shall be busy counting your happiness, a sudden reminiscence of that vulnerable day will hit you hard and the realization that life didn't let you give up at your weakest moment will induce you with solace. 

What if life didn't give you that second chance? What if your vulnerabilty carved your way towards oblivion? Wouldn't you miss out a lot in life?

No matter how tough life might seem, cling to your hope, hold on, fight and struggle your way through out. Remember, it's always good to be alive!

© Sheerin Naz.

Heal, survive and be alive.

There is something insanely beautiful about the broken people.They could be the saddest person in the entire world yet, the melancholy fails to belittle their smile. For, damaged people know how important is to heal, survive and be alive! And, survivors are beautiful, aren't they?

© Sheerin Naz.

Storms are beautiful too.

"A cup of hot coffee and a profound book for company, what else can a bibliophile ask for? Rains, maybe?"

I have been sitting in the balcony since a little while, hooked on "The fault in our stars", a book I love dearly. My heart skips a beat as I come closer to the page where Augustus Waters, my favorite protagonist gets lost in oblivion. I know it's going to break my heart the umpteenth time. Nevermind, I truly believe in the words of Augustus Waters; "it's a privilege to get my heartbroken by you". I witness his painfully beautiful death yet again. Irony at its best, isn't it? Can death be beautiful? It indeed can, if you get to make memories of a lifetime within a numbered days. This is what Augustus Waters says. And, I love him a little too much not to believe him. Okay. Don't give me that look. I know he is fictional but, that doesn't belittle my love for him.

I am still grieving the loss of my favorite fictional character, when the rain starts pouring down. Maybe the melancholy of my heart reached the sky and it sent rain to give me solace. I keep the book aside and try to witness the serenity around. I see people enjoying the mild rain shower. Few children are busy weaving their dreams while they sail their beautifully carved paper boats. A look towards the sky and I can see a rainbow too. A colorful streak in the otherwise blue sky. A beautiful sight to behold! The nature seems to be inducing colors in its canvas. But, I guess I was wrong. The natures looks in a mood of painting it all black. The mild shower is transforming into heavy rain. The clouds can be seen ushering the storms. I am still in awe of the nature. However, things seem to be different all around. The sounds of the abrupt shut down of doors and windows is quite audible. Children are rushing inside. The roads suddenly seem deserted. The paper boats are drowning as if dying a slow death.

It's sad yet overwhelming. We embrace the rainbow but, abandon the storm. We love the rain but, despise the thunder. I smirk at the convenient adaptation of people. Why happiness is necessary all the time? Why can't sadness be embraced profoundly? Why can't we value storms as much as we love rainbow? If rainbow makes you smile, storms make you stronger. Why not value them equally? Neither you can be happy always, nor sad. So, why not honor them both?

The thundering hasn't stopped yet. The rain seems on a marathon. I find a certain kind of melancholy in the way rain falls during storms. There's no one to adore the otherwise loved rain. Nevertheless, I stand right here in my balcony while the storm drenches me completely. My eyes are closed but, I can feel it quenching my soul as it mends my broken heart, one moment at a time. And, all I can do is smile, smile and smile some more.

I think it's time to get some edits done, isn't it? Well, here you go!

"A cup of hot coffee and a profound book for company, what else can a bibliophile ask for? storms, maybe?"

© Sheerin Naz.

Just a day.

I have often heard people saying "have a good day". I wonder why is it necessary to have a good day? Why can't I have "just a day"?

There are days when I am sad, the world comes crashing down. Those days when I hold myself tight yet fail to keep my broken pieces intact. On days like this, all I wish to survive and exist for an another day, when things will fall in place and my existence will matter. Those days are definitely not good.

There are days when life just goes on. I find myself lost amidst the chaotic mess that surrounds me. On days like these, the monotonous life makes me forget my identity. Those days aren't good either.

Also, there are days when I feel like painting the town red. Happiness shines bright within my brown eyes. I get into profound conversations and reflect upon the blessings I have. I can be seen having a gala time amidst chirpy laughters and quirky smiles. Can these days be called good? No. Because, they are downright amazing!

You see, how days can be sad, normal, good, happy, amazing and horrible (feel free to add more adjectives) for different people at different moment? So, instead of stereotyping people with "have a good day", allow them to have "just a day". Let them figure out what they want their day to be. Fair enough, isn't it?

Anyway, have a good day. Oops I mean "have a day". Don't give up. Okay?

© Sheerin Naz.

Be you.

So, is it been a while you have been yourself? Trying too hard to fit in the crowd, eh? Ripping your soul apart while proving your worth to the world? Wait. Calm down. Relax and think,

"Is it necessary to be in everyone's good book"?
"Do you require to please everyone when your heart is breaking a little too much?"
"Does your sadness needs to be disguised beside that smile?"

Certainly not.

You're not here to prove your worthiness to the world. It's okay if people do not like you for what you are. It's okay if you despise crowd and being solitary is your idea of happiness. It's okay to cry your heart out and not camouflage your melancholy with a forced smile. It's okay. It's all okay.

Stop caring for people who hardly acknowledge your existence.
Stop valuing memories which no longer hold any meaning.
Stop being selfless when the world tries to hurt you hard. Stop it, for once and all.

Instead, find yourself. Enjoy your solitude. Exist. Survive. Rise.

And, one fine day you will see how your constant quest with life finds a meaning and how you meet the right kind of people who will appreciate you for being real, being unapologetic, embracing self-love and most importantly, being yourself.

In a world where everything is judged amidst the paramater of black and white, dare to be grey, be you! :)

© Sheerin Naz.