Some days are just meant to rattle you like the nightmares you kept seeing in horror movies but never imagined would one day become your reality.
On a sombre Saturday night, I dare you to imagine the worst possible thing you think can happen to you, the utmost low, your rock bottom, write it down on a piece of paper and throw that in the back of your messy cupboard. Because you my friend are bound to live through it, and you won't even realize you've taken that turn, traveled that road and survived somehow to make it across.
Anything imaginable. Or even not.
Nothing and no one in this universe is indispensable.
People leave you, you live, you move past it.
People die and you move past that.
Hell you could lose a limb, or end up paralysed neck down and you still take every breath written in your fate.
In a nutshell, your nightmares will plague your reality and you'll have no choice but to tackle them head on. Even worse, alot of these instances you are going to be utterly alone. No one and I mean no one will be by your side because let's have it in the open, out of all the people you'll ever meet in your life a maximum of 3 will garner enough affection for you, to not abandon you even if you fall short of their demands and principles. For in the end it's all about egos and control.
There's going to be a bunch of bullscrap about co-existence and emotional dependence and by default you will be guilt trodden to forfeit your happiness and make the sacrifice however I just want you to remember everytime you give up on another thing that could make you happy, you give away a piece of yourself with a high probability that the one you gave it to don't value it for shit. And that keeps going on untill you're no longer a metal sheet but a seive and the only purpose you serve is of a filter, a temporary shenanigan until the real deal comes.
So don't be a seive. Please. ©A.D