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Arna 1d
We all run after the ones
who don’t even turn to see us,
while the ones who truly care—
we leave waiting in the shadows.
And by the time we realize,
the gems are gone.
Yes… we are humans.
Flawed, emotional, and often, just a little too late.
We often chase the ones who don't care, while ignoring those who do—until it's too late. A quiet reminder of how human we truly are.
Arna 1d
Sacrifices
Painful, yet worthy.
Exist in every aspect of life.
As a child,
some fun if health doesn't permit.
As a teenager,
sacrificing extracurriculars to fulfill parents' expectations.
As an adult,
leaving passions to drown in a stressful job in order to lift responsibilities.
As a partner,
sacrificing one’s own wishes to prioritize partner's likes and dislikes.
As a parent,
keeping personal luxuries aside to uplift children happily.
Sacrifices—
even though seem tough to do,
give a sense of calm and content after seeing later results.
They hurt in the moment, but heal in the long run.
From childhood to parenthood, sacrifices silently shape us—painful, yet profoundly purposeful.
Quick to fold into myself — these are the cards I’m keen to hold.
I’m playing the game of life, love, and growing old.

“Here are your cards, son.” But no one taught you how to play.
No rulebook, no dealer’s grace — just silence and a seat at the table.
So it’s up to you to figure it out, Kassan — learning to deal with
regret while life deals you more hands of hardship to accept.

Go on — place your bet. Will you find success? Will you chase the
dream? Will you even get a shot at love when every reason still
shoots you down? And would you risk it — even after every loss
you can count, forgetting how many wins you once held close?

You deal with the hand you’re given. But even the purest heart holds
the dirtiest intentions — so by extension, you might be playing
with a ***** hand. Still, we all play into this game we call life. It’s a
poker bet, a Crazy Eight, where you don’t even get to declare.
So you study the faces life deals you and wear a poker face to keep
your tells in check.

Don’t count your gains too early. Take them home to count
slowly, privately. Don’t get robbed by the table just for showing
what you’ve earned. And the casino only closes when you leave.
The lights stay loud and lovely from across the street, but there
are no clocks inside. So you better watch your step.

Because despite how it looks, this life smiles, knowing **** well
it’s not a friendly game.
Arna Jun 12
"Some things can only be carried as a responsibility throughout the life and can never be out of love."
Some responsibilities aren’t chosen out of love —
they're inherited, expected, and silently endured.
Arna May 21
"The deepest life lessons come from: mistakes, trust breaks and
realizations."
The deepest life lessons aren’t taught—they’re felt.
Through mistakes that scar, trust that shatters, and realizations that change everything… we grow.
Arna May 20
Don’t let a day to come in your life when you grieve on your past days for not using them wisely.
"Every day is a blank page — don’t wait for tomorrow to wish you had started today. Make your time count now so your future self thanks you, not resents you."
AEZ Mar 6
If time ever stopped,
I'd erase all of my past.
If time ever stopped,
I'd pick up my smile from where I lost it.
If time ever stopped,
I'd let myself cry for hours till I'm all done.
If time ever stopped,
I'd rewrite all my wrongs.
If time ever stopped,
I'd do good for those who were good to me.
If time ever stopped,
I'd take back all my forsaken promises.
If time ever stopped,
I'd take back my words filled with
expectation.
If time ever stopped,
I'd rewrite my past;
For I don't want my present to suffer
for the sake of the time I've lost till now.
Lalit Kumar Feb 27
I.
Dreams carved in stone,
shattered like glass,
echoes of effort—
lost in the past.

II.
Steps I climbed,
only to fall,
hands outstretched,
no one at all.

III.
Pages of plans,
drenched in doubt,
words unwritten,
time ran out.

IV.
Bridges I built,
burnt by fate,
stood at the edge,
a moment too late.

V.
Eyes that searched
for a flicker of light,
but shadows danced
through endless night.

VI.
Yet within the ruins,
a whisper remains—
failure is written,
but so is change.
Dr YumnaKay Jan 26
If to live a fairytale life is to
wait for your Prince
to rescue you from the tower
while you lend him your hair,
be recognised by the shoe that fits you,
or be kissed to life,
then I'm better off living a nightmare
where I am my own tormentor ~ and saviour.
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