Empty

I feel empty. There is nothing left to feel. No more love, hatred, happiness or grief. Yes, there are a few streaks of pain. However, I’ve come to terms with it. It has become a part of my life. The emptiness inside me is a weird feeling. All those smiles and tears, sighs and squeals, all buried under a grim face. I see people trying really hard to keep themselves happy and take pleasure in momentary and material things which might not even matter the next day. I am a believer of constant happiness. If you are a happy person, you must see happiness in all situations. You must be happy when you are thousands of miles away from your loved ones, or millions of steps away from your goal. If you are sad, don’t keep any inhibitions and don’t bury yourself in your pilow while you cry. Cry out loud. Cry for the pain your parents took to raise you. Cry for the efforts you made before you failed.

Channelise you anger. Anger is a faulty flow of energy. If you are angry, don’t take it out on the weak and timid. Be brave. Fight for what you deserve.

If you have done all of this, you must be feeling empty. Feel the vaccuum inside you, sucking into your soul like a parasite. Don’t let it change you. Live and let live. Pet your emptiness. Feed it with positive energy. Take it out to wonderland for a stroll.

Yes, I feel empty. I am dealing with it all the time. I shall be brave, for I am a Child of God.

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