The pressures of today's society all stem from fear - fear of not being "enough". What if we can change this for the next generation? It's ironic when we bump into someone we haven't seen in a while, we talk to them by listing off accomplishments "so how's the family? "They're great, alice has received an award from school and tom is now a dentist" I see this with parents all the time. Sometimes even saying it in front of there kids and not be consciously aware what their really telling their kids ... our next generation ... "ok, I need to do this, this, this and this to make mummy and daddy proud" have you ever caught yourself saying "we're all happy and well" after listing off the accomplishments first? If you've been there I'm here to tell you, you're not a "bad" parent. We've all been there. We ALL need to be consciously aware what we're installing in our next generation. Not just parents - aunties, uncles and grandparents are just as responsible. Even strangers!! We need to make sure our next generation is conditioned in the best way we know how. What comes first? Personal happiness, peace and love or motivation, focus and accomplishments? Let's mention the first priority the next time we bump into someone "alice is great, school is making her happy and tom's passion is taking off and going really well" little acts like this do help. Don't feel weird by talking like this either - people are more likely to listen and remember you for being a breathe of fresh air rather then a stale small talk wind ✌🏼
HADES AND JULIET
When his presence left
I barely had any breath,
his apparition ravaged my mind,
Chanting my sanity bereft,
Loneliness swallowed my soul,
There were caves of willows,
and these hollowed ponds
He whittled from my bones,
Even this hardly relays
The marshlands of sorrow
My eclipsed heart must convey
For it was he
Whom stole my gilded aged marrow
And stripped my birched days,
So it's my parchment
That demands the answer
To our strangled story,
For he was the lead dancer
Within phenomena's detachment,
Within an arctic blooded quandary,
I can only recall;
My hope persisting
Upon that lawless day,
The one where we played
as though there was no such thing
Has proprietaries blade,
So I solemnly swear
I've folded my dampened wings
To arrest the secrets
Of our withheld credence,
For it is only in my slumbering
That my yearnings may be free,
Only within deep hibernating
Where our hidden love
Atones to seek reprieve... Chelsea Rose 🌹
And I think the thing that terrifies me most is
that one day, you'll be the story I'll tell my daughter ;
when she's curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets
when she hasn't eaten anything in days because of the voicemails he left her,
when she hasn't been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her
shatters her bones all over again every time
And I'll climb into bed with
her and she'll lay her head on my lap
and I'll try to brush him out of her hair and
her tears will soak through my shirt and I'll tell her,
about the girl I met when I was sixteen,
who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks,
who saved me, who fucking destroyed me. And will tell her about how it hurt.
It hurt so badly it almost
It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work,
so she could stay home and make Sure I didn't take too many pills.
And then l'll tell her about how it got better.
How it stopped hurting....
How i stopped bleeding....
My mother went back to work....and I got out of bed....
But I won't tell her...
that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day
about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.
-Navneet (@its._.navneet )
The Select Writer.