I am 22 and I have no clue?

Do you get this strange feeling inside of you, like you’re broke, like there’s a hole in your body, a space, or maybe a part of you that has lost hope, lost a will to live, it hurts, but it’s not physical, sometimes it feels hollow, but there’s something that keeps you alive, and there’s still a lot to see. Am I too young to feel this way? I am 22 and I have no clue. I know that I am a worthy, strong, powerful, beautiful, and intelligent woman, but there is a voice inside of me that is yelling out for help, for a fight, and for freedom. I want to be free, I want to breathe , breathe some air because this place is suffocating. I feel trapped here.

My mother’s story

Long ago, a noble man was sitting with his followers in an open field trying to meditate. Suddenly, a man out of no where came,

and started criticising him continuously but surprisingly the noble man did not even utter a word in response.

Since, the noble man did not respond at all,

the man got exhausted and went away.

His followers were shocked to see this and questioned that why didn’t you respond?

The noble man then explained,

Suppose a man hands you a fresh dozen of bananas ,you will naturally decide to take it.

But, when the same man hands you a rotten dozen of bananas you will not take it. Similarly, I consider anyone’s words as a commodity when they are fresh, I receive them and when they are not I don’t. In the case of this man, I did not allow the reception of the man’s negativity. Consequently, I did not respond to it.

Not accepting the foul words protected me from the negativity or pile of negative vibes ,the man kept on drowning in.

Similarly, it is “you” who has to decide what to take and what not to take.

What compels you to write?

Hey?

Do you write?

What compels you to write something?

I always had this question in my mind that why my heart solely needs to write down once it’s sad? once it has grief within, once it’s hurt inside? Why doesn’t my heart needs to write down once it’s happy? once it has joy in it? once there’s bliss inside?

Why my inner poet gets alive after I have tears in my eyes?