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The sea is caling my name. I must heed, but adult life iz stoppin’ me.

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Envy can kill.

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Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

— Henry Scott-Holland

I miss my mom everyday.🥺 The pain is just too much to bear, but she raised a brave woman. I will get through this. I will remember her someday without sadness and sorrow but with pure happiness and peace.

Looking back on 2021 is bitter and painful. I lost the most important person in my life — my mom. I can still vividly remember all the nights that I cried myself to sleep, the times when I questioned God and asked Him to take me with her, the days when I came home to an empty and lonely house, without the warmth of a mother waiting for me.

It’s without a doubt, the worst year of my life.

Now, as I bid farewell to 2021, may I also leave behind all the sorrow and heartache it brought me.

May 2022 be the year for complete healing and for finding new hope and strength from God.🙏🏼

and like the waves🌊

I will fall, I will rise

Maheen I.

This.

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

“The sun will rise, and we will try again.”

— twenty one pilots

“Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith.”

— Steve Jobs

To You-Know-Who:

I bleed for you. My heart cries for you. I am with you. God is with us. He will never forsake us.