Tuesday, May 12, 2015

It only gets better.

There are points when we practically break down to our weakest selves. There are times when it is so dark you can't feel your own existence; you tremble so hard inside that you can almost see pragmatic shreds of self.

What we forget in such timid hours is how it is all for the better. It is cliched to say that with a dark, moonless night, follows the brightest of dawns. It is ironic how true it can possibly get. For cliches, films and stories originate around us only, and then transform into more than what they were as neophytes.

Time and life are like two parallel forces. And time and time again, they remind me together - there's better lurking behind the worst. And time and time again, time and life together, prove it to me and to those around me.

All we need to do is really believe, follow our passion and reach out. A cliche again - but truly, an impression of reality.