A Little Hope.
Why do I do this? I mean, why do I come on here, every single night, and write out my thoughts? That's what I've been wondering today. I can't come up with a reason other than that of the fact that I like it. And maybe, just maybe, I am addicted to it.
Hello there, I am 'the Earthian'.
And I believe it keeps me sane, even though I do enter the realm of insanity every now and then. I do start worrying about my future, think about my past and feel bad, sometimes even think about my present and feel sad for the sorry excuse that I am for a human being, but I always brush it all off because I remember my thoughts that I have so very often poured out on here. My thoughts that I am not my past, and that I am not my worst bits and that I can find the light at the end of the tunnel if I really intended to and if I really put my all into it. I know, for a fact, that I am not going to stay this way for an eternity and that this too, amongst everything else will pass. Like all of the passing clouds above my head, they'll pass like they never even were there. And all I'll be left with is me, my present. My future will always remain as uncertain as it has remained all this while, my past, while it will exist, will never be off any use to anyone but me and that too only if I choose to learn from it. It is really up to me to make something of myself. And this why I write, I guess. To give myself the hope I yearn for deep down, somewhere, inside my little heart. I am the only one to give it too.
Love, peace.
Hello there, I am 'the Earthian'.
And I believe it keeps me sane, even though I do enter the realm of insanity every now and then. I do start worrying about my future, think about my past and feel bad, sometimes even think about my present and feel sad for the sorry excuse that I am for a human being, but I always brush it all off because I remember my thoughts that I have so very often poured out on here. My thoughts that I am not my past, and that I am not my worst bits and that I can find the light at the end of the tunnel if I really intended to and if I really put my all into it. I know, for a fact, that I am not going to stay this way for an eternity and that this too, amongst everything else will pass. Like all of the passing clouds above my head, they'll pass like they never even were there. And all I'll be left with is me, my present. My future will always remain as uncertain as it has remained all this while, my past, while it will exist, will never be off any use to anyone but me and that too only if I choose to learn from it. It is really up to me to make something of myself. And this why I write, I guess. To give myself the hope I yearn for deep down, somewhere, inside my little heart. I am the only one to give it too.
Love, peace.
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