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||| The Journey of a Memory



Stage 1- The onslaught
It’s like chains holding you down; you’re crying and screaming and the chains are clanking in their rusted glory. The smoke is rising up from the corners of the room.
Before you know it-you’re drowning. Left gasping for air. You try to hold on to the rims, but it the pit goes on way too deep. Days like these are particularly hard.
Stage 2- The hit
You’re lost, mentally. Walking down those lanes you still visit every now and then, hoping to change stuff up. It’s always amusing to imagine how you’d do things differently if you had another chance. You remember everything so well- the missed opportunities, the lies, and the heartbreaks. But all of these are overpowered by the scent of happiness and contentment that fills you up.
The ties, emotional and physical, to the people and places you left behind were cut so abruptly. You’re still reeling.
For most part you walk around blankly, keeping so busy so you don’t have a moment. Surround yourself with so much noise you can’t hear the sound of the world crashing around you.
Stage 3- The analysis
Nothing is the same. you’re yet to realize that.
Just keep moving forward. moving forward. moving forward. Do you dare look back?
The past is not where you belong.
You’ve got so much to do, new memories to make, new people to meet.
Stage 4- The Predestination
But, What do you do when you don’t want to let go? The memory is all you’re left with.
It’s a bittersweet feeling, you know you aren’t supposed to dwell in the past, but you’re willing to take the risk and bear the hurt.
The past is dangerous. It stops you from growing. You wonder how all the people have moved on, while you’re still stuck.
How much time, till the memory brings a smile on your lips? How much time till it doesn’t reduce you to tears?
Stage 6- Until next time
The smoke is settling and you can see clearer now. The reality slaps you hard.
Pulling yourself out
Drenched in memories
Breathing again
It’s just these fucking chains that refuse to break.

– LittleGiesha



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Daily Inspiration

Every day, wake up with a goal

You’re going to make yourself better. You’re working on yourself.

Not for anyone else. It takes a while, but ‘you are your own biggest competition’ is not just a quote. Everyday  strive to be better than you were yesterday.

Do it for yourself.

Stop lying to yourself. No, you can’t get this done tomorrow. Push yourself.

You’re doing it for yourself. 


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Daily inspiration 

If you’re reading this on your phone/laptop/desktop, you’re more privileged than half the population on this planet. You’re likely to have a roof on your head and food to eat and eyes to read and air to breathe and you don’t have to worry about bombs dropping on you at any given point. 

Take a moment to focus. On all the wonderful things in life. Everything. You’ll be taken aback at the sheer list of things you have. 

If you’re really serious about this, you could always make a gratitude journal and write stuff every day in it. 

My point is- you’re a lucky human being. And most of the time, we take these things for granted and forget to be thankful for all that we have ❤


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Day 2-Tuesday 

Tuesday would be a perfectly content and happy person,who goes out with with friends for brunch at fancy places and wears floral perfume. She has an air of sophistication around her.


She is introverted though-  and loves to snuggle up beside the fireplace with a paperback in her hand and hot chocolate in her mug.

She loves dressing down, and when she does, it’s mostly pretty pastels and florals with tiny backpacks and lace up sandals. Her hair is lighter than last summer from all the Sun, and it really brings out her freckles.

She’s not social media savvy. She prefers going out and meeting new people, rather than swiping right on tinder. She’s a beauty, and realises that. She loves the glances that she attracts when she’s skipping down the street happily , running off to purchase macaroons.

She reminds me of blooming roses, fresh coffee, cuddles and new beginnings.

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