things I wish I told myself earlier


It's okay to be broken.

You! Yes, you staring at the screen trying to make sense of these words so precisely placed in a certain order with the supposed objective of conveying meaning; you're complete, okay?

Everything you've done, every time you've tried remembering who you are, every night you've wished to pass away sooner, faster, less painfully; it's all worth it.

Get up. Wash away the pain. Dry the tears. And do what you'd do if nobody else in the world mattered except you; if the world was ready to hear what you have to say. If they were actually, truly, ready for you.

Yes, I'm asking for hope.

Stop giving close to nothing to yourself. Come on. You're someone who gets to the top of that high cliff and doesn't want to scream to express how liberating it feels. You'd much rather just sit back, away from all the chaos. You're someone who looks up, instead of down below and walks away knowing you'd rather struggle going up than take the path down. You're someone who matters, okay?

You're not fine. There. I said it. But that's okay. You'll get better. Stop relying on the transience of things and supposed permanency of moments, of feelings. Start evaluating the vast capacity of 'now' in determining eternity of your life, and remember that it's okay to let go.

Let go of time and let go of times. Someday, when looking back at the place where you had once felt just a deep, dark void, you'll find it filled. Filled by you. For you.

You're complete. That's a fact. Let the world opine about everything else. 

things I wish I told myself earlier
Written by Yash Raj Talan


[note to self: sometimes, your heart says exactly what you need to hear. pause. listen.]

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