An old bookshelf fell apart last night. It was bought from a second-hand market a decade ago and as per the report of the carpenter working on it, is still strong. Just a few repairs and it will be up. On the outside, one could never guess some of the nails holding the shelves had come loose.
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The first thing I noticed was the beauty in the mess created. ❤️
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The second thing I thought was, aren't we a bit like this bookshelf?😢
Constantly weighing down ourselves with others' expectations, what society thinks, what if, and what but. To an extent that one day we break down bogged down by all the weight we have been carrying over for years.
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On the outside, our body looks great. Nobody can see what we are going through on the inside. The chaos, the heartbreak, the pain, and the tears, only we know. What is broken may not be visible but we know where and how it hurts.
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When the pain gets unbearable we visit a doctor, who might give us a prescription filled with pills and syrups while all that our heart needs in that moment is... love.