My Little Epiphanies

Happiness comes in all shapes and sizes; you just have to find the one that fits you best.

It’s funny how we give each other blood in order to survive. If we are willing to do that, I don’t understand how there is so much hate in the world.

When I’m high, it’s like my soul is telling me a secret.

Death is a tricky business, and we are just the employees

I didn’t have this life and I had that life, I would still pine for another life that is not my own.

Having lost something so big has taught me to appreciate the littlest things. I am blessed that I have my eyes to see the vividness in the green trees. I am blessed to have my sense of smell, so I can inhale (pun intended) that particular musty stink that hangs over Delhi after a day of rain. I am blessed to have my ears, so I can listen to the sound of my mother’s laughter. I am blessed to have my lips, so I can speak to those I love. I am blessed to have my hands, so I can paint whenever I please. I am blessed to have my legs, so I can still walk on this earth. I must remember that I am blessed.

If you feel like things aren’t moving, there is a cure for that, and that is time.

Are we living to die? Or are we dying to live? I want to do the latter

We all definitely have one thing in common, and that is death.

What I’m going through is actually better than what someone else is going through out there. But because we are so unaware and invested in our own lives, we can focus on nothing but the shit; therefore, we will always be extremely miserable human beings no matter what happens.

In the end, overthinking is poison to the heart.