Question

Write a story expressing your views what lesson you have learnt from the life??? Content quality required. Spam answers will be deleted!

Answer 1

A Delicious Heartbreak..!!

Since my childhood I was told..we all see ups and downs in our lives. I didn't know then what those lines actually meant. I thought I would never change for someone ever. I was wrong. YOU..did change me.

You know..somedays I hate you. Some days.. I hate myself for choosing you. Somedays I calm myself with the thought that I deserve better. The other days.. I think I wasn't ever worthy enough for you.

Somedays at lone times..I abuse you like sh!t dam.n hell. Other days..i fall less in words to abuse myself for letting you in..in my dreams..in my heart..in my soul.

Somedays, I can't even stand a single thought of you. Other days.. I start to miss those memories..our memories..so much that I feel breathless.

Somedays I ask God why he made me let you in..the other days I beg him to make me to stop thinking about you..to miss you..to help me fall out of love which I have for you.

May be it will happen..things will go on like this. My emotional ups and downs will go on like this..may be it's a process..with which I am destined to deal with.

May be..I should stop hurting myself..cursing myself..abusing myself because of it.

I mean..I should believe in the fact that wounds will surely take time to heal.. Right?? I may not be knowing how to control these emotional break downs..highs and lows..but there is this one thing I surely know-

Wounds will heal..for sure. But..the scars will always be left behind. They won't hurt anymore then..but they will always be visible till my last breath.

Afterall, these sufferings were destined..!!

Answer 2

Often I have heard about people who are sad, depressed or in a mental trauma. I grew up in a family where nothing pyscological was taken into account. What we saw was what we accepted. Due to this influence, I was forced to accept mental trauma as merely a myth. Just as there's a 'but' to an answer, there's a but too to my life. I used to watch sad people everyday yet felt none. 'Fake depressed', that's what me and my friends called them. But it didn't went on so long, and I'm grateful it didn't.

On a typical summer day, I lost my brother. He was twenty seven, barely old to die so early. It happened in a tenth of a flash. One moment you see him bringing vegetables, the other moment he's getting crushed to a lifeless mass in front of your eyes. I had never felt death. Never until those seconds. My knees gave away. The world paused. I felt warm; and cold. I was more than alive, less than paralyzed. My eyes turned to rocks, still and dead, just like him. It was quiet. He was too.

The next thing I remember was waking up, but not where I fell, in the living room, and upon the couch. No one was there. Evidently, every one of my family's members were with my brother, waiting for him to wake up, or else, waiting for him to die.

He died.

I then knew how it feels to be eaten away, pieces by pieces, skin to bone. I was ripped apart. I kicked, I cried, I wanted to escape out of the madness: I wanted someone to tell me everything was a joke, like every other one with which he used to tease me and make me laugh.

No one came.

The quiet was familiar.

I was familiar; with all those people who felt barely alive, with all those who felt pain so much that they felt nothing else, I was too, like them, sad.

The Lesson :- It is clear.

(This account is NOT related to reality.)