The Would-Be Writer

To all the guys out there who pushed me down, I got up. To all the boys who broke my trust, I still kept my faith. To all the guys who didn’t look back, I moved on. To each and everyone of you who thought I’d break down, I stood up and fought.  You might think or probably not think about how much of an impact your words make. You all might not know the strength it takes to hold on. Or you might not realise the bits and pieces that I pick up time and time again.  Believe me when I say that all of that just builds me up. Time and time again I realise my strength. I find what I’m made of. I understand a new part of me I didn’t know existed. There are so many of these small storied, encounters that just chip away at my faith in humanity.  Time and time again I wonder if it is all worth it. The pain, the tears, and the sorrow. And then I realise that I am a fighter. I always choose the fight out of fight or flight. Life may just not be ready to give me what I want. Or probably...

Sitting at the conference table, during a meeting, looking around at everyone sitting there and finally realizing that you are alone. In a meeting of around 10 people, you are completely and totally alone. There is no one you can look towards and smile. You know the smile I’m talking about, the smile of recognition, the smile of knowing someone is there with you. That is what was missing today. It was one of the biggest meetings of my life, and I felt completely out of sorts and a stranger throughout it all. Like a complete interloper. I realize I have always written when things are not going well for me, or when I’m low. But I would like to point out, what good is a pen and paper, when you are feeling completely alone and miserable. So move on if you do not want to read a whiny post. Ever had that feeling that you are completely alone in a crowd, even when there are people around? I feel that a lot. Everyone will be talking, laughing and enjoying the surroundings, and I will get t...