Concerned We are

The journey of the teens’ – ours - is enthralling and complicated. Problems at school, social clashes, relationship trouble – we have many reasons to view life as being full of obstacles.

However, here are some ways to start feeling better:

1. TALK IT OVER: Open up to people you trust.

2. TAKE CHARGE: Do something that makes you feel in control.

3. GET EXPERT ADVICE: Seek out to your guidance counsellor or, to stay anonymous, call a helpline or crisis line.

4. DO SOMETHING YOU’RE GOOD AT: Whatever reminds you that you’re capable.

5. TAKE IT ONE DAY AT A TIME: Don’t worry about the long-term consequences.

6. LAUGH: Watch a funny show or joke with friends: Laughter is a great stress reliever.

Last but not least, kindness and caring should always be in the minds and practised, for they are a best catalyst towards a higher level of humanity and a greater perpetuation of love.

A Picture Paints a Thousand Words

Discovery

1) I have decided to put an end to my posts about love that I have myself so indulged in for the past few months. For now (now as apparent illusions and imaginations).

2) But that does not mean love is inconsistent, for love is true to the test of time; and that the eventual love is to see the happiness in her/him and be delighted in return.

3) I do admit having been flawed. I could only sincerely ask for understanding and forgiveness - as to err is human, to forgive divine. :p

4) For whom love may to what an extent concern, I do not know. However, I hope love will always be a pleasant and valuable experience in the process of learning and of life.

 

May she/he who has never loved before, love tomorrow; and may she/he who has loved, love tomorrow again. :)>

Mystical You

Yesterday (shouldn’t it be today; the mind and the heart are yet to shift its course…) did not meet with you. The day went by absent-mindedly, absent-heartily; the day was to some degree difficult. Lonely. Quite lost. But determined.

There was a catch though. You were spotted accidently. Ah, but why! Why! Almost went over, almost not. But in the end never.

The moment would always be in the memory. Mystical you, you walked with such countenance as to attract every attention: every other individual was oblivious. Watched you go. Followed you not. But turned away.

Should describe the feelings and minds thoroughly? Do want to recall, but shouldn’t. Be firm and positive. Such challenging. Such first experience.

(It is late, am reminded. One o’clock in the morning. Another day will be unknown. But very much possibly the day will be different.)

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I am different, it’s up to me to decide its course. Everything will be fine.

Instinctive Sacrifice

I ran following the crowd without looking back. I knew that I missed something behind. The most wetting canopy of air to me was but a meaningless congregation of vapours. My heart was elsewhere.

My legs were sleepwalking: my consciousness detached from my heart; I tried to bring myself to being, as we swarmed through the road, heading to a restaurant.

I failed. For about one round of the clock we were discussing, I was feeling isolated. Not isolated so much as to be left alone, but isolated thinking that I shouldn’t be around here. I should; my instinct, however, said otherwise. I was no longer myself.

The world around me was silenced as, one hand gripping a small plastic roof, another a cup of favours, I breezed through the constant sizzling sound of the atmosphere. I knew I had to be fast, I knew time was rushing against me, as the dome of favours in the cup reacted to the year-long summer of the country. And my holding hand transmitted my determination.

Alone, my heart enlightened, without realising, my reasons were relinquishing my actions totally to my instinct. The road back was a long one. Although it was with pain, it was with hope. And still holding on, the dome of favours melted gradually. But I made very sure that it was always within my control, my sight and my joy.

Should I say my heart melted with it? Step by step, I was only looking to bring it to the rightful owner, according to my instinct. Nothing stopped me. Even the loneliness that was consequential, would never get into the melting dome. But my heart did.

Reaching the right step of the place, I realised everything pass by so very swiftly, that I had actually reached my destination. My heart panting, I wondered around, in doubt, but in another dimension I found myself pressing the button. And the dimension happened to be the moment!

Out of foolishness? Out of reality?

I was again finding myself in a situation I knew not how to react. My instinct did it. My heart directed. I followed.

The melting dome was my melting heart. Again, I know not how was very wrong with myself, I just know it was instinct. But, I hope I am not wrong about you.

Jubilant (of) lovelorn imagery emotion

My minds are a labyrinth of confusing web. Many a times, in fact most of the time, I find it hard to concentrate on stuff that matters.

Really?

I am such a nerd. Till I touch the sky. Make a wish. Take a chance. Take a risk. Make a change.

Wanting to feel the warmth, I get abroad, spreading the wings to learn how to fly. And breaking away. Into the sun, I won't forget you I love.

Gotta keep moving. I swing my wings and I learn how to fly. And break away.

Well, at one day, could it be? When I was dreaming about you, baby, you were dreaming of me.

Call me crazy, call me blind. Till still be suffering, stupid after all of these times.

Till I lose, my life is so unbalanced. And then he loves you like I do. I do. You know I really really do. Wow hay! So much I need to say. Will I sense a day. The day you went away. So sat back through, for me there is only you. Been in crying sense a day. The day you went away.

Wow ho, yea hay hay...

I remember, day in a time, August 4 Saturday in the morning. In the door way, with your arrival. No longer shouting at each other, there were tears on the faces. And you were letting off of something special, something that you'll never have again. And I know, I guess I really really know.

But hay, so much I need to say. You always sense a day, the day you went away. So, sat back through, for me there is only you. In crying sense a day. The day you went away... The day you ran away... The day you went away...

Hohoho... hay hay hay...

Hohoho...

Need I lose, my life is just so unbalanced. And then he loves you like I do. I do. You know I really really do.

Wow hay! So much I need to say. You only sense a day. The day you went away. So sat back through. For me, there is only you. Been crying sense a day. The day you went away. Why do we never know what we got till it is gone? How could I carry on? The day you ran away.

Cause I've been missing you so much I have to say. Been crying sense a day.   

The day you ran away... The day you ran away... The day you ran away.

Woh ho, Hay ye!

A disgrace of the morale

It was in the middle of a morning. And the tone was set to be gloom. As always, positive thinking is preferable. Nothing could have so caused an unbearable disgrace of the morale as when vanity, and ruthlessness by a group, were much reserved for the food of thought.

A few of respected schoolmates gathered to discuss a final project with the inmates. And, as far as prejudice serves, no significant outcome or performance was foreseen, that could be derived from the gathering.

The reasons:

1) Sincerely intending to greet hello was looked upon as if it was a redundancy. The way greeting should be was spoilt immediately when a cold eye was threw as if not welcoming and inviting.

2) With veil of deceit came forth a comment with such unbearable nature: "Why shouldn't you go back to study?" It was most probably unintentional but the evil was felt to be deeply embedded with no consciousness.

3) Awkward set in: it was bore wholeheartedly to resolve it with grace and comfort for both parties. However, the conversation shifted to a different subject and it came out negatively as it was done reluctantly and without the truthful eye-contact of the perpetrator having done with the head hung low and under false pretences.

4) Intention to offer an idea with full occupation of the mind was unavailing and decidedly to halt it was the only option, as the coherence of the idea to the group was in the horizon and received with no appreciation. Attention was shifted again and, with the uncoordinated mood of the moment, came the cordial inviting to the unnecessary subject, rejected and oppressed and bullied by group pressure, to turn back to study.

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I did not pretend to be superior and was sincerely wanting to greet you in the wonderful morning. I understood the pressure you bore to be facing with such a huge and challenging project. And you persuaded me to help out so I started thinking but was in no time kicked in the face.

It seemed that you did not value and appreciate any help.

I was then sorry to disturb your project undertakings.