The life we wish to live is often not the life that we eventually get to live.
Time passes by really fast. While the days may each groan and creak, the years themselves would hurtle by like vandals.
Before we realize, we find ourselves as old as our parents once were. Friends become rarer and the shadows from the waning sun stay longer. We recede into ourselves and find new places to hide, new reasons to be un-found.
We become sad in strange places in us, places that we now don't know how to reach. We become afraid of silences and try to fill it with noises. And then we slowly hate the noises in our minds.
Slowly, very slowly, we become screen saver versions of ourselves. The Insta Posts of our broken versions, the hurting laughing aching versions of our whatsapp statutes.
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