Buuuurrrraaaaaahhhhhh !

Annoyed? Irritated? Feel like throwing up on some specific faces? Thoughts of bruised face working as a med at the moment ?

If you find your head swinging North and South, I'll advice a read !

So there are days in this long life where of no where Holy mother of absurdity strike you. No-one yet some one pinch you and push you to the pinnacle of irritation. A faceless person, intrigues your serendipity and rewards you with a feeling of anger, hatred and all those negative words my brain can't prompt of at the moment.

You feel helpless.. Paralytic. Everything surrounding instantly acquires a quintessential ability to kill whatever little that is left within you.  The inaudible banters.. turns into ghostly cries of your nightmares. everything you touch.. SHRED! Nothing falls under your interest. The songs you once played on the highest decibels.. bleed blood out of your ears. The food that instigated fountains in your mouth, now reminded you of the visceral you gained round your belly. The very colors which lifted you up, made you count the thousand shades of skin you own. The books you bought to feed your grey cells now appear a threat to their health. In nutshell, you lose interest. Interest to read, eat, dance, bathe, biological chores , blah, blah and some more blah. examples. You mask a frown on face considering yourself trapped on the darker side of the universe. Sad feelings invade your soul, You imagine yourself drowning in a sea you never want an SOS officer to find.

You don't talk, you sing songs of pain, relate yourself to every misery you have ever heard of. Sit in solitude for long hours and at the end of each patch, decide a redo the task you just completed. Stroke yourself through the better days of life, believing rather swearing that they will never return.

My question to the amalgamation of the above feelings.. is it all really worth the time ?

Really? Are we actually that sad to cry for an entire day without knowing the reason of the sorrow? 

Do we actually not know the cause of the sorrow we are undergoing? 

Seriously? Are we counting ourselves under depressed people? Is this actually Depression? Are we ready for that BIG word?

Answer : A BIG FAT NO !

That ain't any depression.. you ain't going to any rehab for the emotional fracture you are undergoing. you ain't swallowing a list of pills to feel up. you ain't wearing beads on all possible parts of the body. You just ain't swearing anything to yourself for landing into a black pit of life!

This is life and this is going to be this generous on you. You gotta stand and brush down the little demon off your shoulder. Gotta stand up from the situation and welcome new scopes of improvements. Rethinking never helps. Sometimes it is better to let go everything that has happened without registering a space in your brain. Gush in a fresh plush of air and breathe out the heavy(and the stinky) ones. Bruaahh out the melancholy in you. Choose Happiness if you want it.

Life is a gift and you aren't yet entitled to select that gift for yourself. Accept it and rock the bloody Buuurrrah out of it ! :)