I Want To Be Authentic. A Complete Stranger To The World But Authentic. Sticking Out Like A Sore Thumb,

I want to be authentic. A complete stranger to the world but authentic. Sticking out like a sore thumb, but authentic.

-Vanshika

-Vanshika Singh, My Monologue with myself

When I talk to myself, it makes more sense than my existence ever did.

"I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."

Haruki Murakami

Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka

I am in the middle of that road where you discover that no matter if we love/like/admire/adore a person, it gives them no right or license to put us down. We should never let anybody feed onto our insecurities, even if that means loosing that anybody. Because people gone leave a space that can be filled later on. But once that love for oneself leaves, it leaves not a void, but an abyss.

To find peace, sometimes we need to find our own corner in the world, away from intruding eyes, words and people. To bathe in our own warmth, and to bask in our own light. Too much crowd often force us to distort the love we hold in ourselves, for ourselves. Let that loneliness shape you into a beautiful pot, and let that individuality take charge of your life. The world is a society that would swallow us the moment we lose hold on ourselves.

-VS