Grammar mistakes don't just happen in books or when you speak; sometimes, they're in your whole damn life. But once you realize that "normal" is just an idea, you'll understand that we're all weird, messed up, and carry our own baggage and demons to fight. Then maybe you'll realize that you've been normal all along. Your normalcy lies in navigating and handling the most unbalanced, weirdest situations. So, if you learn that your hormones are messed up, it's not just you or your internal system—it's the whole external system that's messed up, and that has nothing to do with you; you were just born into it. We are all abnormal, acting normal, trying to keep it neutral, but in reality, we are all terrified of falling off the grid.
So, just be thankful for one thing: that you are alive. When you started breathing, you didn't ask for this life. It was a parental fuckup, but you are here, and every day you choose to live is a blessing itself. Because you choose to breathe!Yes, our parents do love us, in their own weird ways! But sometimes that love can be suffocating, challenging, irritating , confusing and demanding...but yes there is love and it's mutual. Maybe toxic relationships are not just love - relationships, it can be all kinds of relationships. I don't know if it's Indian alone, so I'm not gonna patronize it .
It's sweat and rain that awaits the "middle class" as monsoon starts☔ Today's thoughts were about the parental-fuckup. Before a child takes shape in a woman's womb, the journey of that child's responsibilities begins. We later grow up, and as adults, we try to cough up to those responsibilities. Yes, cough up, because we have complaints but saying all those complaints still we choose to be loyal to our lives and the people in it.
Tomorrow if I become a parent what would I gift my child, the burden of responsibilities, the heat of the sun, the sweat of the run, the stone-heavy raindrops on the head that washes up the tears of confusion, the muddled-stagnated pond of uncertainties, stories that never meets the head or tail, we all know it's a trial but dont ask for the trail, it all began with the egg and sperm that joined forces to create a family, generations and generations of suffering false-fed as blessings....hey it's all the blessings punched down our throat which we never asked for.
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