"Don't you dare say a word", her mind said. She was just about to reveal her secrets, secrets about her dark Life but her mind, like always, restrained her.

Life wasn't a fairy tale for her. It wasn't for so many other people either. But it was "abnormal" for her. she found her life too embarrassing. She was just a kid at that time. She had a completely different life from other normal kids. She had a bunch of friends who she thought were her best friends and they were, indeed. But she had never let them know how "different" her life was.

That was the darkest time of her life when she had no one to rely on. Life felt like a hell. But, to the world, she was pretty normal. That was because she was quite talented at pretending. Keeping too much inside her heart, she was feeling suffocated, so much that she could hardly breathe.

So, on that day when her friend was talking about her problem, she felt like exploding. " When they can tell me, why shouldn't I?", her heart whispered. Like lava, she was about to say that but her mind stopped her. " You shouldn't let it out. They will never understand and it's not gonna solve your problems. Your secrets are safe with you, just hold it in." And she was silent. It was a really a narrow escape

Now, so many years have passed. She is an adult and a very mature person. Life feels a lot better now. Now, thinking back, she thinks she did the right thing. If she had told them, she would always feel scared and embarrassed to meet them again. Although, it had nothing to do with them, but still, her wounds were safe with her. She really had A NARROW ESCAPE...

I agree that it's good to share with people you trust. It eases your burdens. But sometimes, it's great to keep it in. It might feel heavy and suffocated, but it hurts even more when people know your deepest, ugliest wounds and fail to understand!! Even if they are your closest people, they will start to see you in completely different light when they know your life is different than them.

Not everyone has a place to go when they feel lost....

They just wander around in their own thoughts..

in their own world..

The world that is hidden from everyone else...

Trying to find the answer...

but rarely get it...

Even if you have no where to go, you have a whole world inside you... that belongs to you! And only you!

"The best way to predict the future is to create it."

Inspiring, right??

Abraham Lincoln is trying to say what you want in your future, work for it in your present.

Then you will have the future you want.

But when you have it in the future which would be your present then, you would not be able to enjoy it.

Why??

Cause you'll be working for you then "FUTURE TO COME".

And the cycle continues.

Then a time comes when you realize

" I have never fully enjoyed anything I worked for!"

But now, it's time to go ad leave this world.

So, in my opinion, present is the most important time in your life. No matter how little you have but Always cherish what you have.

That doesn't mean that you should be lazy or you should slack off. Abraham Lincoln has said wise words. You should aim big and work for it.

I don't encourage you to waste your time and life,

But,

If you have to sacrifice one for the other,

Don't sacrifice your present for your future,

You never know how long you're gonna live.

So live while you still can, have dreams and aims, work hard for them, but not to the extent of making your present hell!

Good luck!

Why not???

If you can make it better for the reader then what reason are you left with for not editing your work.

Anyways, if it's my work, I have every right to do whatever I want to do with it whether I want to keep it or change it!

But when it comes to edit someone else's work, I think it shouldn't be done since the work loses its originality this way. A writer's words are his voice! His work is the way he thinks and perceive things. No matter how badly he writes, it's his personal style and freedom. I don't think anyone should change it!!

Why so serious?? Got problems??

Why can't smile and have some fun??

Life is hard but you are brave ;

It ain't new so, why look grave??

You cry, crave for the things you lack

And fail to see how much you have

You've got worries; you're pressurized;

You're fed up and you're really tired;

But it's not just a case with you;

We all suffer just like you do.

All these hardships, all these storms,

All these battles make us strong.

Morning shines after every night;

Eventually darkness ends into light.

Life's a blessing, it's wonderful,

You've got so much, why ungrateful??

Look at the clouds, and look at the sun;

Why so serious, let's have some fun!!

Broken......

The most used word nowadays, I guess! Used by everyone!!

A strange, stabbing kind of feeling when your heart shattered into countless pieces. You want to cry and scream, but, you're the most silent. You lose all the reasons to smile, feel like a breathing -dead body, because.....

People have failed to understand you, they have let you down, have broken your trust... And they are not strangers; strangers never possess the capability to break you... It's our closest people who are capable to hurt us the most.

But, you know what??

It's the case with everyone. No matter how harsh it sounds, we are all in the same boat!

So, cheer up! Pull yourself together. It hurts like hell but, more or less, we all go through this! No matter how broken you are, you will be fine. Even if the broken pieces of your heart cannot be put together again, you will find a way to deal with it!! It takes time, sometimes more, sometimes less, but, it will be over!!

Don't get depressed. Just let go and be forgiving. Because it's not just us who are hurt, we must have hurt others as well. If we feel pain, then, intentionally or unintentionally, we have caused some kind of pain to someone else too. No matter how Deep the wounds are, trust me, they'll either be healed or you will find a way to deal with it!! It's the magic of time!!

In a big wooden house by the river lived an old woman with her two daughters and a stepdaughter. The step daughter's name was Cinderella. She had been a victim of abuse by her stepmother and sisters for all her childhood. They made her a servant, forcing her to do all the chores for them, she had a tough life, but she kept on learning to deal with that crap as she grew up. Now, she was 18, an adult. She knew how to handle her so called family. She would cook awful, salty food for her "beloved" family, too spicy for them to eat. She would damage their clothes while washing, hid their stuff while cleaning, threw bugs in their rooms which she collects from the garden. She would even hide some flowers in her stepsister's room who had severe pollen allergy. The poor sister kept on sneezing all day without even knowing what made her sneeze as she didn't know her room had flowers. And the stepmother and sisters were too lazy to do the chores themselves. They would eat that inedible food, bear the damage to their clothes and spend the whole day looking for their hidden stuff, but still would prefer to depend on Cinderella to do the chores. Cinderella would do all these in a very safe way, very secretively and she had become an "expert" at those shabby things. Of course, she got caught at times and received beating but, who's afraid of beating and torture when she's been facing this since childhood. It didn't matter to her anymore. She was not an easy victim.

The party at the palace was the talk of the town. All the rich and high profile people were invited. Cinderella wanted to go to that party to work on her sinister plan. She has been plotting to lure the prince who had just returned from abroad and made him marry her as she wanted a rich, carefree lifestyle.

When that night came, she locked up her stepmother and sisters in their rooms. They were just sleeping and Cinderella locked their doors from outside to keep them from disturbing her. She wore a pretty black gown with red heels which she stole from her sister days ago, got onto her other sister's pet horse who was familiar with Cinderella as, of course, she was the one looking after him. When she reached the party, she saw the prince. Not handsome at all. A short, fat man in his forties. But he had money. Seeing a very pretty girl, he asked for dance. Cinderella agreed. They danced together. Now, Cinderella was confused. She came with a plan to win the Prince's heart to have a rich, comfortable life and her plan seemed to be succeeded, but one glance at Prince made her think again. He was not the way she imagined him to be, a handsome prince. She had to made a choice.

Cinderella was getting bore. She had no motive to stay in that boring party anymore. So, when the clingy prince went to get a drink, she left. Descending down the stairs in hurry, her sandal slipped out of her foot. "My sandal..." she tried to go back but stopped " Leave it. Not mine anyway. Just get out of here before that stupid prince comes."

When she got back home, her lazy family was still asleep, she also went to sleep. Next day, the news spread that the prince got his love last night but the girl disappeared, he got her sandal and he was going to look for her by putting on that sandal on every girl in the town. " He's gonna find his love by a sandal. The idiot says he loves me, he can't even remember my face, and use this idiotic method to find me. What a classic idiot!!" Cinderella thought. " No way Cinderella! Marrying such a fool for money will cost you a lot." her heart told her.

The prince came to their house. Both her sisters wanted to be his bride, so, they locked Cinderella up in her room to keep her from meeting the prince. Cinderella wasn't interested either. She was enjoying the scene from the window. The sandal perfectly fitted the elder sister (obviously!! It was hers afterall). And they got married.

As for Cinderella, she enjoyed being with her toxic family, messing with them everyday. She was happy in the end.

No sound can be more pleasant than your mother's voice, especially when you are ill, depressed, having a hard time, sick of the world around you, feel like you can't carry your burdens anymore, then, her soothing, full of love voice eases your pain miraculously. It makes you feel alive. It's heavenly. Even if she isn't able to solve the problem and you know it too, her voice and words are enough to heal you. It cannot be compared to any other sound of the world.

Mother's voice sounds unarguably unique. In this world full of fakeness and pretentiousness, she is real, and full of love. She might not be able to understand your problem, but she understands you the most. Even science has proved that talking to your mother and listening to her voice heals depression.

People who can still hear this voice or sound are truly blessed. I pray we can hear this voice all our lives. Cherish this blessing called mother, never take her for granted!!

Though many people find inspiration in beautiful, awesome things like peaceful or beautiful places, art works, amazing successful people and so on.

My source of inspiration is just my life. Whenever I feel sad or I have too many thoughts to handle, I resort to writing. Life is hard for almost everyone. These problems which seem to have no solution pushes me to write. When I see this world full of hypocrisy, greed, deception, inequality and crazy people, it affects me. I write what I feel...