Reflections Through Critique
Let me confess something: I was quite disappointed with my last blog. Did I tell you all how critical I am of myself? I don’t just glance at my work; I dissect it through the sharpest lenses. I’ve decided something, though—I’m going to let go of the “Him” narrative for now.
It’s not because it doesn’t matter but because it’s weighing me down.
None of these “Hims” seem to acknowledge the chaos they’ve created in my life. It’s as if I’ve become invisible. Have I, though? Or is it easier for them to pretend I don’t exist?
For once, I want to put my maturity aside. I want to SCREAM, CRY, and LASH OUT like the carefree ones who live only for themselves. Don’t you think those people are more in tune with reality? They aren’t shackled by accountability, nor do they bear the burden of understanding everyone around them. It’s tempting to be like that, isn’t it? But it’s not me—at least, not yet.
Abandonment and Anger
Have you ever felt abandoned? Not just left behind but utterly discarded by the very people you thought were your safe haven?
I have. And it stings like nothing else.There’s a sinking feeling in my chest—a void that no words can fill. People think maturity is a gift, but sometimes it feels like a curse. The more “mature” you appear, the more people assume you’ll handle the storm on your own. They walk away, leaving you to weather it in solitude.
My anger scares me. I’m terrified of the damage it could do. Words spoken in rage can cut deeper than any weapon, leaving scars that may never heal. And I? I don’t want to be the person who creates that hollow in someone else’s heart, even if I’m left to deal with my own emptiness.
But here’s the paradox: I avoid confrontation, fearing regret, yet the weight of unspoken words suffocates me. It’s a battle I fight daily—a battle I refuse to lose.
Seeking Light Amid Darkness
Pain changes people. Some become cold; others become silent.
I often reflect on the lives of great thinkers—Plato, Aristotle, Kautilya. Their works fascinate me, but what strikes me most is their resilience. They walked through darkness yet emerged as beacons of light for the world. How does one endure such misery and still give hope to others?
It humbles me to think about it. Maybe my pain, too, is temporary. Maybe it’s here to teach me something—to show me the value of gratitude and the power of perseverance.
So the chaos here we discuss is just mine or you too feel the same?
We do feel the same
Nah,it's only YOU!
Observations of a Fragmented Mind
I notice everything—the tiniest details don’t escape me. I remember my neighbor Alexander’s favorite dish, my cleaner’s love for kheer, and the peculiar quirks of people around me. But here’s the thing: who remembers my preferences?
Krati, as you once knew her, is gone. This version of me is a puzzle, unreadable and impenetrable. And honestly? A part of me wants it that way. Yet another part of me desperately craves to be understood.
This is the essence of my fragmented mind—flickering thoughts that reflect the chaos within.
Writing: My Safe Haven
Writing this blog feels like a lifeline. It’s unfiltered, raw, and doesn’t demand preparation. I could tell you a story from any random moment of my day, but who would listen? My old listeners are gone, and the comfort I once shared with them has vanished.
I don’t need sympathy; I detest it. But I wonder, will you, my readers, be my new listeners???
The Power of Self-Belief
If you’ve made it this far, let’s get one thing straight: I’m not “depressed.” Neither you are!!!! We throw around words like stressed, depressed, and lonely too casually these days. But they carry weight—real weight.
Let me tell you where my strength lies. It’s in Him—my eternal guide, my spirituality.
The worst situations bring out the best in me. That’s why I refuse to surrender to negativity. If I must believe in something, why not believe in hope? Why not believe in myself?
"Because the shiniest object in this room is me, and I refuse to surrender. Do you dare to do the same?"
An Unfinished Journey
Though I initially planned to end this series after a few more blogs, I’ve realized something profound. This is the one series that should never end. The kind of soul I am, I’ll always need a space to pour out my fragmented thoughts.
And perhaps you will too. So, let’s keep wandering together, through the chaos and clarity of our fragmented minds.
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