Everybody You Meet Is Fighting A Battle You Know Nothing About. Be Kind. Always.

Haircut thoughts, felt like sharing

Yesterday, me and my sis went to get a haircut after 2 long years. I was sitting there as my sis got her hair chopped down and noticed a guy sitting beside her.

He had been there before we came in and left just before us - when both my sis and me were done. He just sat there and got a freaking makeover in all the possible ways. I personally don't like spending time in salons just to look good but that's just me, he liked it and did it and I was like yeah , you go boy! *Me feeling guilty for even noticing ,as this should be normal*

The guys who pamper themselves, who get facials and spend 2hrs in a salon getting everything done to look good, I feel they are truly open-minded. They don't care if people say "why is he spending so much time to look good? He is a guy! Such a girl thing to do!". Cuz they don't think that caring about looks is a "girl" thing. It's a human thing. Either one cares or one doesn't care. Nothing to do with the gender here.

Funny thing is that these people, guys who are in salons, don't even realise they respect females in that way. They will still go out and say " women take so long to get ready" when they just spent 2hrs getting there beard and hair set . Feels like in this society , a person has to have courage and bravery to say " It is no such thing as a girl thing". So , choosing the easier way , they say " Huh! Women." *Eye roll*

The society is build this way, it makes us feel this way. But we make the society too, and I feel we are here to change this. Let guys care for their looks if they want and girls not care if they want. Go ahead , be yourself . And you don't need some new found courage for that. Nothing is a girl thing or guy thing ,if it is, it's a human thing.

Btw, I got my hair from longer-than-shoulder length to cant-even-touch-the-eyebrow length and I love it!!

Me too , me too.

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.

Their eyes stare close,

parallel into each other.

These mirrors of their souls,

create some infinite reflections,

Gazing deep inside, they see

their histories unwind ,

while their hearts intertwine.

They collapse in each other,

as if two black holes collide,

ending light, ceasing dark,

rebuilding space , creating their time.

Buried was a universe inside, now is

a spark that's theirs to be,

forever and ever...

-mauli

"Life is a series of random events that happen between birth and death.."

They said. They said out of utter innocence... Or maybe ignorance.

'Random' is when something SEEMS chaos.

Seems...

'Random' is when we can't understand or find a pattern, that satisfies our human brain.

But one day just

Stop. And observe .

Observe the tiniest bits,

instead of seeing the big picture,

look at the fine details.

That is when , you'll see.

In the mind of God

this world was created.

Nothing is random here.... Just so intricate ,

it is hard to comprehend .

But just try, and you'll realise ,

that it is not cliché

to say that ,

Everything happens for a reason ,

cuz it does.

Some butterfly, flapping its wings in any meadow in Australia,

can cause a hurricane in Africa and we'll never know.

not like it means to or even realises it can ,

but it can .

Everyone needs their dark space,

a safe place,

in a dark room, under the blanket or

in them closed eyes.

Where they can hide away from the world,

just for a moment,

think the whole goddamn universe

and just be...

Me and The Mirror

I was happy. I looked in the mirror, I looked beautiful. I was happier. I was sad, I looked into the mirror, I cried. I looked miserable. I didn't want to, so, I faked a smile and it turned real. I was happy again. I was angry. I looked in the mirror, my ego was hurt. I broke the mirror. Now all I see, are the broken pieces of the world and me. (4.6.19)

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A fire raging inside,

boils the liquid red in me,

vapours of which,

condense as tears in the eyes.

And you say I'm weak

when i cry.

You're naïve, you don't know.

The drops of greif are mortal,

but the tears burnt

are the Flames at rest,

pouring from the brink of heaven,

into hell.

They are power, they are anger,

they give the purpose

to the machine immortal

that rages to live on and on,

burning the rocks ,to ashes.

-mauli

Life goes on,

Ignoring my pain and blues

Life goes on,

No matter what i choose.

They asked , then what's the point living,

when all we're headed to, is death?

I tried to find that answer myself

but failed hard, somehow.

Until Now.

Looking back at all that,

i dont weep, but ponder,

if death is all it is about

then we wouldn't have been alive

in the first place!

It's not about ending, in the end.

It's about making everything about my end

worth dying for.

It's about making a life, worth living.

Making all my time between

life and death

worth remembering,

is all what it is about.

-mauli

This is same as a prayer we used to do everyday in our school.... Reminds me of my good old days in previous school.

"Ye mat kaho khuda se ,

meri mushkilen badi hain.

Ye mushkilon se kehedo,

mera khuda bada hai."

Don’t tell the Creator about how great and overwhelming the tyranny of the world is — tell the tyranny of the world about how great and overwhelming the Creator is.