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10:12 PM
It is amusing. The person merely sitting right next to you
might be broken, but it's amusing how you would never know. You would never
know about their battles, their wars; neither the ones they had with
themselves, nor the ones they had with the world. They might have been victims
of the world's sadness, or happiness, but you can never just tell in one look,
and sometimes, in even a lifetime. You can never tell how many scars still lay
on their hearts, or how many wounds have healed. You can never know. It is
amusing. And it is sad. Sad, that we believe the smiles, or the tears, when we
don't have the slightest idea of what lies beneath them. And so it is
beautiful. It is breathtaking how even after this apprehension, we all believe;
we all trust. We put our faith in others, and we love. Because at the end of
the day, we're only humans, looking for someone who would understand us and our
secrets. Who would love us for our deeds, even through our sins. And we know we
are complex, and that is why we fall for anybody who tries to decipher us.
Because we know how exhausting it is, and so we appreciate it. We fall for
anybody who shows us their real soul, because it requires strength, because it
is rare in a world where outer beauty is more significant. Imagine what our
world would be if instead of bodies, we could see people's souls. Imagine what
definition would "beauty" and "strength" hold, then.
Imagine.
The world is imperfect, and the irony is, its beauty lies
within its complicated imperfections.
- 3 AM thoughts
- 3 AM thoughts
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