LOOKING FOR MYSELF

Whatever I write, I try to put myself in form of words. I try to look for myself. My pleasure to write will never stop even if I am at my adverse situation. I feel free when I put my heart in words. We must embrace our feelings to give a broad spectrum of our existence. I am really on a sail looking for myself because I realised, I am not what I look like. I cannot understand myself. In failures, in doubts, in things that haunts me, in deception, in an assumption of being judged, in an illusion of getting lost, in a state of being misunderstood and in fear of stumbling down, I've got a long way to go and reach myself. In the struggle of reaching myself, I'm learning the art of resilience. 

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The Note Collector

The note collector said, " It is fine to feel grief, anger, sad offcourse. Look at you, look at me and look at us. Each of us is carrying a corner in our heart where something is kept that is trying to decieve and tear us apart. To let out is fine. You were not meant to be a lifeless wardrobe, holding everything inside and burdening. You have the right to let out what you don't want. And now I urge you all, if any of you is carrying any burden, let it out. Don't let it make you fall apart. Don't let it to make heavy burden and lead you to break. " 

Everyone stood up and went away except one. The one came up to the note collector and gave a note. 

"I didn't mean to do this. " said the boy. 

The note collector assumed with the appearance of the boy that he might be a student of level 4th-5th.

The note collector opened the zip of the pocket of his bag which was already full of notes, collected from others and then he kept the note from his hand. He picked up the bag and went out of the hall. The boy was stalking when he left out of the school gate. 

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