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The world is a different place for the heartbroken

20 June 2021 at 13:29

Love, when it arrives at your doorstep, it’s beautiful, exquisite, unexpected. When it leaves, it’s heartbreaking, ruthless and yet again, unexpected. It leaves you with a bundle of maybe’s, what if’s and scariest of all, loneliness. A huge chunk of your life, uprooted and taken away. Someone who holds a million memories, smiles, secrets and dreams isn’t there anymore to catch you when you fall. Someone who was a part of a carefully woven future; a future that now has to be readjusted to exclude them.

The world is a different place for the heartbroken. Time moves a little too slow, people seem a little too happy, songs sound a little too sad, and everything feels a little too much. And yet, despite all that life has to go on. The world doesn’t stop for the heartbroken, it goes on regardless, and sometimes that stings the most; not having a moment to dwell on the heartbreak but having to push through it.

This is not a list of advices on how to get over a heartbreak. Because as unique as each person is, so is their heart and each heart heals uniquely. Each heart needs something different to heal itself, to come back stronger, or just to survive. Each heart needs its owner to figure out how to take care of it. No, this is a rant because this owner can’t figure out how to take care of hers. And as usual, she hopes writing about it will make things clearer, easier.

dewnipathegama

The world is a different place for the heartbroken

20 June 2021 at 13:29

Love, when it arrives at your doorstep, it’s beautiful, exquisite, unexpected. When it leaves, it’s heartbreaking, ruthless and yet again, unexpected. It leaves you with a bundle of maybe’s, what if’s and scariest of all, loneliness. A huge chunk of your life, uprooted and taken away. Someone who holds a million memories, smiles, secrets and dreams isn’t there anymore to catch you when you fall. Someone who was a part of a carefully woven future; a future that now has to be readjusted to exclude them.

The world is a different place for the heartbroken. Time moves a little too slow, people seem a little too happy, songs sound a little too sad, and everything feels a little too much. And yet, despite all that life has to go on. The world doesn’t stop for the heartbroken, it goes on regardless, and sometimes that stings the most; not having a moment to dwell on the heartbreak but having to push through it.

This is not a list of advices on how to get over a heartbreak. Because as unique as each person is, so is their heart and each heart heals uniquely. Each heart needs something different to heal itself, to come back stronger, or just to survive. Each heart needs its owner to figure out how to take care of it. No, this is a rant because this owner can’t figure out how to take care of hers. And as usual, she hopes writing about it will make things clearer, easier.

The world is a different place for the heartbroken…

20 June 2021 at 12:56

“The world is a different place for the heartbroken”. Time moves a little too slow, people seem a little too happy, songs sound a little too sad, and everything feels a little too much. And yet, despite all that life has to go on. The world doesn’t stop for the heartbroken, it goes on regardless, and sometimes that stings the most; not having a moment to dwell on the heartbreak but having to push through it.

But should you push through a heartbreak? Or should you take a moment to go through it, cry, listen to a whole playlist of sad songs, eat a whole tub of ice cream and crawl in to a ball and hide? I know these are clichés from movies and stories but what else does a person going through a first heartbreak know? Just like love doesn’t come with a manual, heartbreak doesn’t come with one either.

So here’s some advice from someone trying to figure out this whole life thing. Take your time, wallow in your heartbreak, do what you got to, what you should and most of all, what you want to, to get over it. Don’t set a time table. Maybe it will take a day, maybe a month or maybe even a year. Like almost everything else, give it time and space. Let it build you up, let it make you stronger.

Sundays…

15 November 2020 at 11:53

Sundays are her favorite. After six tiring days of running behind her goals and trying her best to fulfil whatever is expected from her, waking up early to the sound of the church bells on Sunday, a day when all the world expects from her is a smile, when she can curl up in a corner with a good book and just spend hours imagining herself in a whole other world, when she can cook a nice meal for herself and make a cup of steaming tea in the afternoon, not be too tired to take a nice long shower and take two hours to just stare out the window of her fourth floor apartment at the clear blue sky and the farmland that stretches out in front of her, take an hour long call to her family and laugh out loud with her best friend…yes Sundays are definitely her favorite days.

Even in the cold, dark and gloomy Winter, Sundays always seem brighter than the other days to her. When people take time to come out of the warm comfort in front of their blazing fireplaces to walk around in the park, be amongst the nature, to cycle around the town, to hang on to a hot coffee mug and catch up with friends they almost never see during the weekdays. Sundays are the day of the God, the people in the new country she had just settled in told her. Although this was completely new to her from what she was told in her own country, she still sometimes felt the presence of a greater power when she stepped out on Sundays. In the faces of the old men and women sitting around a table outside and chatting or maybe reminiscing of a time gone by, in the smiles and the laughter of kids running around playing their own little games, in the entwined hands of lovers strolling past her, engrossed in their own little worlds, and sometimes even in herself, when she smiled to herself as that song she loves comes up on the shuffled playlist almost as if it were part of a grand plan.

“What would I be doing if I were home today?” she often found her asking herself on Sundays, for you see, even though she was always one to travel far and away, she always left her heart in one place; her home. Many authors in the countless books she read said that home is not a place but a feeling, and she does often feel this way herself, and yet she knows there’s always a place in the little island she grew up in, which will hold her heart like no other home ever will. And Sundays in that place were always the best in her mind. When her whole family, which is quite big already, would be home, coming downstairs to her mom’s tea and breakfast, and then as is her usual routine, settling down with a good book until it’s time for lunch. But what’s the difference you ask? Well she was surrounded by family of course, and family was a very important factor in her life. Not because they were perfect, they actually were far from it, but because they were always there, no matter what.

So she loves Sundays, no matter where in the world she is, who she’s with and what life is currently throwing at her. And she firmly believes that regardless of what the future may bring, Sundays will always be her favorite because she will always wake up on Sundays with the same happiness in her heart.

dewnipathegama

Sundays…

15 November 2020 at 11:53

Sundays are her favorite. After six tiring days of running behind her goals and trying her best to fulfil whatever is expected from her, waking up early to the sound of the church bells on Sunday, a day when all the world expects from her is a smile, when she can curl up in a corner with a good book and just spend hours imagining herself in a whole other world, when she can cook a nice meal for herself and make a cup of steaming tea in the afternoon, not be too tired to take a nice long shower and take two hours to just stare out the window of her fourth floor apartment at the clear blue sky and the farmland that stretches out in front of her, take an hour long call to her family and laugh out loud with her best friend…yes Sundays are definitely her favorite days.

Even in the cold, dark and gloomy Winter, Sundays always seem brighter than the other days to her. When people take time to come out of the warm comfort in front of their blazing fireplaces to walk around in the park, be amongst the nature, to cycle around the town, to hang on to a hot coffee mug and catch up with friends they almost never see during the weekdays. Sundays are the day of the God, the people in the new country she had just settled in told her. Although this was completely new to her from what she was told in her own country, she still sometimes felt the presence of a greater power when she stepped out on Sundays. In the faces of the old men and women sitting around a table outside and chatting or maybe reminiscing of a time gone by, in the smiles and the laughter of kids running around playing their own little games, in the entwined hands of lovers strolling past her, engrossed in their own little worlds, and sometimes even in herself, when she smiled to herself as that song she loves comes up on the shuffled playlist almost as if it were part of a grand plan.

“What would I be doing if I were home today?” she often found her asking herself on Sundays, for you see, even though she was always one to travel far and away, she always left her heart in one place; her home. Many authors in the countless books she read said that home is not a place but a feeling, and she does often feel this way herself, and yet she knows there’s always a place in the little island she grew up in, which will hold her heart like no other home ever will. And Sundays in that place were always the best in her mind. When her whole family, which is quite big already, would be home, coming downstairs to her mom’s tea and breakfast, and then as is her usual routine, settling down with a good book until it’s time for lunch. But what’s the difference you ask? Well she was surrounded by family of course, and family was a very important factor in her life. Not because they were perfect, they actually were far from it, but because they were always there, no matter what.

So she loves Sundays, no matter where in the world she is, who she’s with and what life is currently throwing at her. And she firmly believes that regardless of what the future may bring, Sundays will always be her favorite because she will always wake up on Sundays with the same happiness in her heart.

To the one I’m blessed to call my nephew

24 September 2020 at 18:14

Dear son,

I remember how happy I was when I heard about you for the first time. I remember how I frantically searched for the most soothing songs and made playlists for your mom to listen to. I remember how excitedly I bought gifts for you even before you were born. I remember how I cried happy tears when your dad showed us photos of you just out in to the world. And I remember how scared I was to hold you for the first time because you were so little.

But when I think back to the past year with you, I always think what a fierce fighter you are. Just like your mom. I always think what a light you brought with you, unknowingly, as you entered this world. I always think how much you’ve made all of us smile and laugh without even trying. And I always think what an amazing bond you have created, just by existing.

You already are a breathtaking combination of the strength and courage of your mom, the love and kindness of your dad, the happy smiles of your grandparents, and the unwavering support and love of your punchis. You already are all these things and I cannot wait to see you grow up to take over the world.

For all of us, you will forever be our first son and grandson. You will forever be the little bundle we were so afraid to hold but could watch for hours on end, the little one who made us laugh with his antics, the little guy who would take us on a journey of first times.

As I write this, I’m imagining you reading this when you are a bit older and deciding that I’m indeed your favorite! So here’s a little promise from your favorite aunt (and let’s admit it, favorite family member). I know I haven’t always been around, but I will always be the one you can come to. I’ll always support you, spoil you, and go on adventures with you. I’ll always be there to celebrate you and to be your shoulder to cry on. I’ll always be there to keep your secrets, and listen to your stories. I’ll always teach you to be humble, and teach you swear words when that doesn’t work.

I’ll always be there. No matter what.

dewnipathegama

To the one I’m blessed to call my nephew

24 September 2020 at 18:14

Dear son,

I remember how happy I was when I heard about you for the first time. I remember how I frantically searched for the most soothing songs and made playlists for your mom to listen to. I remember how excitedly I bought gifts for you even before you were born. I remember how I cried happy tears when your dad showed us photos of you just out in to the world. And I remember how scared I was to hold you for the first time because you were so little.

But when I think back to the past year with you, I always think what a fierce fighter you are. Just like your mom. I always think what a light you brought with you, unknowingly, as you entered this world. I always think how much you’ve made all of us smile and laugh without even trying. And I always think what an amazing bond you have created, just by existing.

You already are a breathtaking combination of the strength and courage of your mom, the love and kindness of your dad, the happy smiles of your grandparents, and the unwavering support and love of your punchis. You already are all these things and I cannot wait to see you grow up to take over the world.

For all of us, you will forever be our first son and grandson. You will forever be the little bundle we were so afraid to hold but could watch for hours on end, the little one who made us laugh with his antics, the little guy who would take us on a journey of first times.

As I write this, I’m imagining you reading this when you are a bit older and deciding that I’m indeed your favorite! So here’s a little promise from your favorite aunt (and let’s admit it, favorite family member). I know I haven’t always been around, but I will always be the one you can come to. I’ll always support you, spoil you, and go on adventures with you. I’ll always be there to celebrate you and to be your shoulder to cry on. I’ll always be there to keep your secrets, and listen to your stories. I’ll always teach you to be humble, and teach you swear words when that doesn’t work.

I’ll always be there. No matter what.

Be immortal…

16 July 2020 at 15:53

Isn’t it a wonderful thing to be intertwined with someone else’s story? To be a small part of someone’s journey through life? To be a stop, however temporary, on their road to going wherever they want to end up?

Years after you drift off, you will still continue to live on, in the stories they tell about that girl who they poured their heart out to, sipping hot chocolate on a gloomy afternoon, or that boy they once relied on, to hold on to secrets you never dreamed of saying out loud. You will be made immortal amidst the countless stories of how you lent a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, how you were one amongst many, a friend amongst strangers. This is how you will continue to live on, the legacy you leave behind. A fragment of you will linger in each person you meet, each person you connect with, each person you save, and each person who saves you. You will live on, every time they take their loved ones closer and say “did I tell you about that person who was the reason I got through some of the toughest times of my life?” And as they relate the story of how you were there for them when they had no one else to hold on to, or to hang their hopes on, no one else to just talk their heart out and expecting someone to just listen, you will continue to live on. As they heave a sigh of relief that this stranger they will never meet, is the reason someone they love is here now to hold them, you will continue to live in them, leaving a permanent imprint on someone you never have, and possibly never will, meet.

So go on, intertwine your story with someone else. Listen to them, let them confide in you, let them be themselves with you, be their escape from the harsh realities of life, save them and let them save you, and in turn you will be immortal!

dewnipathegama

Be immortal…

16 July 2020 at 15:53

Isn’t it a wonderful thing to be intertwined with someone else’s story? To be a small part of someone’s journey through life? To be a stop, however temporary, on their road to going wherever they want to end up?

Years after you drift off, you will still continue to live on, in the stories they tell about that girl who they poured their heart out to, sipping hot chocolate on a gloomy afternoon, or that boy they once relied on, to hold on to secrets you never dreamed of saying out loud. You will be made immortal amidst the countless stories of how you lent a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, how you were one amongst many, a friend amongst strangers. This is how you will continue to live on, the legacy you leave behind. A fragment of you will linger in each person you meet, each person you connect with, each person you save, and each person who saves you. You will live on, every time they take their loved ones closer and say “did I tell you about that person who was the reason I got through some of the toughest times of my life?” And as they relate the story of how you were there for them when they had no one else to hold on to, or to hang their hopes on, no one else to just talk their heart out and expecting someone to just listen, you will continue to live on. As they heave a sigh of relief that this stranger they will never meet, is the reason someone they love is here now to hold them, you will continue to live in them, leaving a permanent imprint on someone you never have, and possibly never will, meet.

So go on, intertwine your story with someone else. Listen to them, let them confide in you, let them be themselves with you, be their escape from the harsh realities of life, save them and let them save you, and in turn you will be immortal!

Questions without answers…

15 February 2020 at 16:49

Do you ever feel like you do not belong, no matter where you go? Like there isn’t anyone or anything to keep you tethered to a place regardless of how many people you call a friend? Like you are missing something in life that would help everything make sense? Like you are always living in the wrong place at the wrong time? Like life is a train that passes you by, while you are on the platform, only getting a fleeting glimpse?

Am I the only person who gets this feeling? Am I doing something wrong? How do I get rid of it? Do I just look for a friend, a soul mate? Where do I find them? Where do I start? Should I just wait for the right time? If so, how do I know what the right time is? How do I know if there is even a right time? Maybe this is the best it’s going to get. Maybe ‘ordinary’ and ‘okay’ are the best I’ll get in this lifetime. So should I just stick to that? Should I settle for okay and ordinary? Or should I give them up and look for something better, something extraordinary?

What if I take the leap of faith to go in search for the extraordinary, and it doesn’t end up the way I hoped? Where do I go from there? What do I look forward to then? Do I start again? If so, how many times should I try before I give up and settle for what I have? Or will I even have what I have now after I run towards something that promises extraordinary? Will I be left with the ‘ordinary’ I started with, or will be left with nothing at all?

dewnipathegama

Questions without answers…

15 February 2020 at 16:49

Do you ever feel like you do not belong, no matter where you go? Like there isn’t anyone or anything to keep you tethered to a place regardless of how many people you call a friend? Like you are missing something in life that would help everything make sense? Like you are always living in the wrong place at the wrong time? Like life is a train that passes you by, while you are on the platform, only getting a fleeting glimpse?

Am I the only person who gets this feeling? Am I doing something wrong? How do I get rid of it? Do I just look for a friend, a soul mate? Where do I find them? Where do I start? Should I just wait for the right time? If so, how do I know what the right time is? How do I know if there is even a right time? Maybe this is the best it’s going to get. Maybe ‘ordinary’ and ‘okay’ are the best I’ll get in this lifetime. So should I just stick to that? Should I settle for okay and ordinary? Or should I give them up and look for something better, something extraordinary?

What if I take the leap of faith to go in search for the extraordinary, and it doesn’t end up the way I hoped? Where do I go from there? What do I look forward to then? Do I start again? If so, how many times should I try before I give up and settle for what I have? Or will I even have what I have now after I run towards something that promises extraordinary? Will I be left with the ‘ordinary’ I started with, or will be left with nothing at all?

Ask me how life is…

10 November 2019 at 08:06

Ask me how life is, and I’ll tell you it’s going on. Ask me how I’m doing, and I’ll tell you “just fine”. Ask me if I liked the book I’ve been reading, or the song I’ve been listening to constantly, and I’ll reply with a simple “yes”. Ask me if the weather is treating me well, and I’ll say “It’s good”.

But if you want to really talk, ask me what keeps me going when life gets tough, and I’ll tell you about all the little things that help me keep sane when everything falls apart around me. Ask me if I’m really doing fine, and I’ll talk to you about how I miss the life I just uprooted and how much I love this strange new world I just settled in to. Ask me about the things that made me laugh out loud while reading my favorite book or how I cry listening to the lyrics to my favorite song, and I’ll tell you how I stay up all night just to finish a story because it’s a world I’d rather escape to, when the real one gets a little too much to handle, and how that song reminds me of a lost love so long ago. Ask me why I love the rain so much, and I’ll tell you all about how I lie on my bed and listen to the raindrops on the glass because it makes the same sound whether you are home or thousands of miles away from it. I’ll tell you how the cold reminds me of afternoon tea at home, laughing with a sister and talking with my mom, and how the tiniest detail about everywhere I look reminds me of a place, so far away.

Ask me all this and I’ll ask you about all the little things that make you who you are. Of the stories you’ve lived through, of the songs you’ve played all night long, of the books that kept you up till the sun came up, of all the places you’ve seen and the roads you’ve traveled. I’ll listen to you ramble for hours about all the people you’ve met, all the stories you’ve heard from them, and how every little detail in them made you a different person than you were then. I’ll listen to you talk about what drives you and what makes you get up from the bed in the morning, what keeps you going when all you want to do is give up, and what makes you keep fighting when the whole world seems to be against you. I’ll listen to you talk about all the adventures you had, and the ones you crave to have.

So let’s talk about anything and everything, let’s boast about ourselves and let’s talk about our insecurities. Let’s talk about every dark demon we fight with each waking hour because honestly, they define us as much as everything else about us. Let’s grab our favorite coffee, go somewhere quiet and get lost in the glow of a sunset. Let’s talk about how it fixed our heartache and our yearning for someone to not just talk to, but someone who listens and understands. Someone who is going through the same fight and barely holding on to dear life. Someone who knows how hard it is to listen to advises from people who don’t know the first thing about what you are going through and how easy it is to get lost in the solitude and succumb to the loneliness.

So let’s talk, and let’s save each other.

dewnipathegama

Ask me how life is…

10 November 2019 at 08:06

Ask me how life is, and I’ll tell you it’s going on. Ask me how I’m doing, and I’ll tell you “just fine”. Ask me if I liked the book I’ve been reading, or the song I’ve been listening to constantly, and I’ll reply with a simple “yes”. Ask me if the weather is treating me well, and I’ll say “It’s good”.

But if you want to really talk, ask me what keeps me going when life gets tough, and I’ll tell you about all the little things that help me keep sane when everything falls apart around me. Ask me if I’m really doing fine, and I’ll talk to you about how I miss the life I just uprooted and how much I love this strange new world I just settled in to. Ask me about the things that made me laugh out loud while reading my favorite book or how I cry listening to the lyrics to my favorite song, and I’ll tell you how I stay up all night just to finish a story because it’s a world I’d rather escape to, when the real one gets a little too much to handle, and how that song reminds me of a lost love so long ago. Ask me why I love the rain so much, and I’ll tell you all about how I lie on my bed and listen to the raindrops on the glass because it makes the same sound whether you are home or thousands of miles away from it. I’ll tell you how the cold reminds me of afternoon tea at home, laughing with a sister and talking with my mom, and how the tiniest detail about everywhere I look reminds me of a place, so far away.

Ask me all this and I’ll ask you about all the little things that make you who you are. Of the stories you’ve lived through, of the songs you’ve played all night long, of the books that kept you up till the sun came up, of all the places you’ve seen and the roads you’ve traveled. I’ll listen to you ramble for hours about all the people you’ve met, all the stories you’ve heard from them, and how every little detail in them made you a different person than you were then. I’ll listen to you talk about what drives you and what makes you get up from the bed in the morning, what keeps you going when all you want to do is give up, and what makes you keep fighting when the whole world seems to be against you. I’ll listen to you talk about all the adventures you had, and the ones you crave to have.

So let’s talk about anything and everything, let’s boast about ourselves and let’s talk about our insecurities. Let’s talk about every dark demon we fight with each waking hour because honestly, they define us as much as everything else about us. Let’s grab our favorite coffee, go somewhere quiet and get lost in the glow of a sunset. Let’s talk about how it fixed our heartache and our yearning for someone to not just talk to, but someone who listens and understands. Someone who is going through the same fight and barely holding on to dear life. Someone who knows how hard it is to listen to advises from people who don’t know the first thing about what you are going through and how easy it is to get lost in the solitude and succumb to the loneliness.

So let’s talk, and let’s save each other.

Little things…

23 June 2019 at 21:38

Little things. Little moments. That is all it takes for your life to take a complete turn around. You might be going through a rough day, tiring week, rough month or even a hard year, but a little moment of happiness has the ability to turn it around. A little moment of happiness, a little compliment, a little smile your way, a little comment of gratitude is all it takes.

But you have to give a chance to these little things. Don’t just expect they will come when they are supposed to. “Universe favours the brave”, they say. So be brave, be daring, be large. Start small, and the miracles will follow. Go out with your friends, read your favorite book, devour your favorite food and watch your favorite movie. Listen to the sound of raindrops on the roof and it will inspire you. Watch little kids playing with scraps on roadside and it will heal your heart. Talk with a stranger on a tiring train ride and it will give you a new perspective. Laugh out loud with a friend over nothing at all and it will put your mind at ease.

We run miles and miles each day without so much as a thought as to what we are running towards, that we often forget to pause and take a breath. We often forget to pause and appreciate all that surround us, to take a moment to wonder what out true goals are. We are often too focused on our long term goals, that the life itself slips past us without so much as a goodbye.

So here’s to taking a break. To breath, to laugh, to love, to live.

dewnipathegama

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23 June 2019 at 21:38

There are a hand full of things we get in our lives that we tend to go back to, whenever life feels too much for us. Be it a book, a musician, a song genre, or a tv series, we all have something that makes us feel like a part of something when the whole world around us kicks us to the curb.

This for me, has recently become F.R.I.E.N.D.S, the sitcom I’m sure you have already heard too much of. I know it is not just for me because I have heard from many that they turn to FRIENDS whenever they need a little escape from real life. So what is it about this specific show that bonds so much with people?

Maybe it is the six friends going through much of the life’s hardships as we do, maybe it is the comfort of all the jokes and sarcasm of food old Mr. Bing, making us laugh when we don’t even want to smile, or maybe it is

Little things…

23 June 2019 at 21:38

Little things. Little moments. That is all it takes for your life to take a complete turn around. You might be going through a rough day, tiring week, rough month or even a hard year, but a little moment of happiness has the ability to turn it around. A little moment of happiness, a little compliment, a little smile your way, a little comment of gratitude is all it takes.

But you have to give a chance to these little things. Don’t just expect they will come when they are supposed to. “Universe favours the brave”, they say. So be brave, be daring, be large. Start small, and the miracles will follow. Go out with your friends, read your favorite book, devour your favorite food and watch your favorite movie. Listen to the sound of raindrops on the roof and it will inspire you. Watch little kids playing with scraps on roadside and it will heal your heart. Talk with a stranger on a tiring train ride and it will give you a new perspective. Laugh out loud with a friend over nothing at all and it will put your mind at ease.

We run miles and miles each day without so much as a thought as to what we are running towards, that we often forget to pause and take a breath. We often forget to pause and appreciate all that surround us, to take a moment to wonder what out true goals are. We are often too focused on our long term goals, that the life itself slips past us without so much as a goodbye.

So here’s to taking a break. To breath, to laugh, to love, to live.

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19 June 2019 at 22:45

I’m going to dive in to a serious topic. One that is becoming omnipresent and one that should be addressed and heard by everyone. DOMESTIC ABUSE. (Insert stats)

We do not talk about this as much as needed. So many women around the world are going through this and not coming forward because of many reasons; lack of better encouragement being the most prevalent. So hear me out as I try my best to…

If you are going through domestic abuse in any form or kind, or you know someone who does, please stand up to yourself or them. Darling you are not supposed to bear this just because it’s your father, husband, brother or boss. You are not in any way their property nor their inferior. You are a force, a powerful presence that’s absolutely vital for this world.

You owe it to yourself to stand up and speak up, you owe it to the women who fight everyday going through the same thing as you are, you owe it to the younger generation of girls who need to see, to believe in girl power. You need to speak up because my darling, any man who hurts a woman is not worth protecting because that is not a man. That is some twisted creature that needs to be locked up.

So my darling, if you are going through this horrific experience, please speak to someone you trust, someone who won’t take the monster’s side. Never, ever hesitate to do this because darling nothing is worth you getting hurt over. Nothing is worth bearing the burden you are bearing, and nothing is worth losing your life over.

dewnipathegama

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19 June 2019 at 22:45

Hey best friend!

I wanted to start this by talking about how we met, but honestly I don’t remember! It’s been so long and for all that time, you have stood by me and I have stood by you. In a world where women friendships are rare, I consider my self the luckiest to have found you. You are not just my best friend, but my person and I hope that says a lot more than “bff”. Being someone who has a lot of walls up, the bubble of comfort you give me is something I will hold precious for all my life.

dewnipathegama

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19 June 2019 at 22:45

Little things. Little moments. That is all it takes for your life to take a complete turn around. You might be going through a rough day, tiring week, rough month or even a hard year, but a little moment of happiness has the ability to turn it around. A little moment of happiness, a little compliment, a little smile your way, a little comment of gratitude is all it takes.

But you have to give a chance to these little things. Don’t just expect they will come when they are supposed to. “Universe favours the brave”, they say. So be brave, be daring, be large. Start small, and the miracles will follow. Go out with your friends, read your favorite book, devour your favorite food and watch your favorite movie. Listen to the sound of raindrops on the roof and it will inspire you. Watch little kids playing with scraps on roadside and it will heal your heart. Talk with a stranger on a tiring train ride and it will give you a new perspective. Laugh out loud with a friend over nothing at all and it will put your mind at ease.

We run miles and miles each day without so much as a thought as to what we are running towards, that we often forget to pause and take a breath. We often forget to pause and appreciate all that surround us, to take a moment to wonder what out true goals are. We are often too focused on our long term goals, that the life itself slips past us without so much as a goodbye.

So here’s to taking a break. To breath, to laugh, to love, to live.

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