Hope💫//

In the eleven years I have spent on the earth, I have realised (more or less) one thing~ hope is never real. Hope, though being a very hopeful word, is, in fact, not very hopeful. No matter how much you hope, things never turn out right. Hope is magic comfort food for the weak, those who are to afraid of living in shadows, and thus, make artificial sunlight, to trick themselves into being content and happy.

No matter how much you hope, you will never have a happy ending~ unless you are watching, or in a movie. The thing about hope is that it can trick anyone into believing that it is the sole reason for survival, or it can trick anyone into realising there is nothing really called Hope. Hope is like finding beauty and optimism in the gravest dangers and the darkest nights.

Hope is you. Hope is who you are, and who you choose to be, who you have the capability to become, and such billion things about you; but it is not some wishful thing that makes everything alright.

There is so much of false hopes and fake dreams in this world, it’s as if no one cares about what’s true in this world. Everyone chasing their grades and work, and they’ve all forgotten what really matters. This was not what Hope stood for, and what Hope stood for, was once beautiful. But the ideals of people and the basic aim to have a degree, a career, money and a family; Hope has only falseness left.

And nothing can come true with just Hope. Absolutely nothing.

Maybe it’s time people stop depending on the once-infinite but now-endangered source of Hope. Maybe it’s time people realise that there is more to Hope than stupid prayers and foolish expectations. Maybe it’s time people understand that Hope is not just about finding optimism and beauty, it is about finding yourself.

✨🌟💫

Love~Unaccomplished💗.//

There’s a thing about Love. When you think you know it, without experiencing it, it somehow seems like a mystical, magical tale; it seems easy and beautiful; the greatest blessing.

However, once you fall, your entire world spins over, and it’s like rather than the Sun being what Earth revolves around, your world revolves around that one person, who may not even give a sh*t about you. All you do or think or say or precisely anything, everything is related to that one person, and it’s not even on purpose.

There’s always this fear~ what if s/he falls for someone else, or what if s/he hates me; and it might be hard to admit, but we do believe that there is a possibility for an ‘us‘, even if it is the smallest possibility. Yet, what Love makes us, is ignorant. No matter how many flaws someone has, you still disregard them and want the person still, as if they were the most flawless, when really, they are far from it. And no matter what that person does, no matter how many times s/he breaks your heart, you still return to that person, for no particular reason but the obvious.

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just need to find someone who is worth it.” ~Bob Marley

And maybe, that person is billion times worse than you. Maybe it was just one smile or one glance, but in the end, you fell. And whenever you fall, you should fall hard. And the world is going to despise him/her, but you wouldn’t care. You’d have to choose between that person and someone way closer, and that would be the most complicated decision. That person might hate you, but you’d still love him/her incontestably and unconventionally.

And Love probably isn’t a John Green book, or even any other author for that matter where the guy gets the girl or vice versa, and life ends as the two walk into a café, or whatever. At the end of the day, you are not going to get that person, or at least not for forever, and you are not gonna walk into a café in slow-motion, and you are not going to find The One, if there is such a thing.

And you, in the end, will be walking away disappointed and discouraged, trying to run from that one person you are in love with, or even from the idea of being in love. Because, every time you fall, you break and loose another piece of yourself. And though sometimes someone else finds that broken piece, but sometimes that piece is simply lost, and there is nothing you can do for it.

“The way you think about a person isn’t actually the way they are.” ~John Green

What if the person shrouds himself with a layer of hope or responsibility of falseness? In fact, the even worse condition is what if you fall in love with such a person~ who hides him/herself in a fake cover, against the world? Or, what if that person is in love with someone else, while you struggle for them, though you never wanted them?

Maybe, maybe it is all just a story. A story written by who-knows-who, for who-knows-what. And maybe, it is our story. It’s all just a billions of maybes waiting to be either completed to success, or broken to failure.

And the biggest Maybe?

Is it possible to survive Love?

Well, it’s just a Maybe for now.

💕💞💓

Destiny.//

                                                                                          We are all destined to be someone~ right or wrong, good or bad.

Has anyone ever thought what it could be if we were simply human, not anyone extraordinary? To have limits, but to respect them whole-heartedly? To be a simple reflection of the world~ not too bright, and have flaws and imperfections?

But we are all destined for something, aren’t we?

I mean, Harry Potter was destined to defeat Voldemort. The seven destined to defeat Gaia. Tris destined to find the truth about the world. Katniss destined to lead captives in their own world to freedom. But what of the others?

The others who weren’t as fortunate as to kick-ass slash Voldemort or Gaia or even President Snow? The ones who sat on the side-lines hearing everyone praise the “saviour“. What of commoners such as us, who are bound to wake up everyday and go to school or office, or wherever it might be, with the same boring routing and the same monotonous life? Are we only destined for a life of boredom and uncounted faith, that maybe something, just something will happen? That one day, maybe Life will be about us, rather than the others.

What we miss is that even in the others’ stories, there is our story.In Harry‘s tale, was a story of Ron and Hermione; in Tris‘, was of uncountable people; in Katniss‘, the story of Finnick and Annie. Was there not?

Maybe, even in the shadow of the greatest hero, we all have a story. A story that is equally worthy to be written, equally beautiful, and equally great.We all have a destiny, we simply have to discover it. Discover it, by broadening our mind-sets, loving without doubt and living without fear.

“The two most important days in your life are- the day you were born, and the day you discover why.” 

Pack your bags, hold on to your hearts, slip on your jumpers, for the irresistible journey of Finding Yourself. Once you find out who you are, your destiny will lay in your hands, waiting to be completed.

💎👣✨