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When tired gains a new meaning

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We hear it being whispered, being shared in secret gatherings, being discussed among friends, being confessed to psychologists, being admitted during our most exasperated moments.

We’re tired.

We’re tired of this entire situation; this new reality that is dangerously becoming the new norm.

Life with a pandemic, a virus we still know little about. Life with social distancing, masks, restrictions, regulations, opening and closing of the economy, schools, social life.

We’re tired of the fear that is being spread together with the disinformation about it all.

We’re tired of the isolation and alienation this is causing.

We’re tired of the bellicose atmosphere resulting from everyone being on edge.

We’re tired of this being the only topic of conversation constantly and everywhere.

We’re tired that it is beyond our control and all we can do is hope.

But most of all we’re so tired of being tired of it all.

Also part of Your Daily Word Prompt

Inspired by Once Upon a Picture

An overture worthwhile

Remember when we used to go to theatres or movies; we never really paid attention to the soundtrack that dressed the entire story with a musical essence. But the truth is, the overture was the part were the entire progress of the plot could be read. It’s usually one setting the pace or feeling of what is to follow. And it’s often one that sticks in your head long after the end.

With certain people it is also like that. They may be slow to open up, but once you get closer, you realise you wonderful they are. And when you look back on how you met them and how their friendship has evolved into an integral part of your life, you realise that the overture was simply a beautiful prelude to what was coming.

Also part of Your Daily Word Prompt

Speaking out or not at all

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When you’ve reached a peak of psychological exhaustion, you often come to wonder if it’s worth speaking out or not at all.

You don’t have to be a rebel to chase after what you’re entitled to, what should be done, what is logical. But like we’ve so blatantly realised during the past year, logic has no reason, and in some case, no existence either.

We speak out because we believe that’s right, and because, deep down, we hope our message will get through and help get things done.

At first, you use diplomacy, but when politeness finds no end, irritation sets in, strictness, and words begin to scathe.

But in the end, we realise that neither has any effect. You can’t force another to do your will.

Perhaps that is what we mostly need to realise: the borders of our own capabilities – how far we can impose change.

Some things don’t happen because we yearn them to.

They depend on the essence of another human being.

And sometimes that is the most difficult thing to control.

Also part of Your Daily Word Prompt

Keeping the wheels in motion

What is it that keeps us going? When everything seems so futile; when you don’t even want to get up in the morning because you already know how difficult and arduous the day ahead will be; when you don’t want to speak to anyone because you can’t handle the high possibility of encountering some stupid situation. What is it that can keep the wheels of our life in motion? Because we’ve all been there. At that brim when we want to simply give up.

The truth is, we’re the only ones that can talk ourselves up. No matter how many pep talks you receive from people around you. Or how harshly they tell you ugly truths so that you can ground yourself back to reality. It is only our own minds that can truly lift us out of the darkness we plunge ourselves into.

It takes assiduous and constant effort to encourage and inspire yourself. To remind you that there are more important problems than the ones you’re facing. And that things will find their solution, there is always a way. It somehow always appears.

Most often we need to rekindle in us the motivation we give to others. It’s harder to inspire yourself. But it’s the thing we need most. Simply to keep us going.

Also part of Your Daily Word Prompt

A sentient nature

She had this unique ability of lifting people up: when they were sad, when they thought they weren’t enough, when they didn’t even deserve it.

She had a way of making them appreciate the little things. Of helping them see that it is not to the worse-off you should compare yourself, but to the better ones, in order to improve. You raise the bar to reach higher.

But perhaps that was the problem. She was too sentient. She felt everything too deeply and expected too much.

Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #173

Charming disapproval

“Isn’t it funny how even the most elegant, charming and noble-looking people can have the most cavalier attitude towards significant issues?”

She sighed as she looked at the man who minutes ago was trying to woo her.

“I thought he was a proper cavalier, you know, a renaissance charmer, who knows how to treat a lady right.

But turns out, he is a misogynist”.

Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #165

The passion that matters

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We often waste time over things that shouldn’t matter much.

So we don’t see the important stuff.

Like that glow when people talk about things they love. When they ramble all chirpy, full of excitement and high-pitches, radiating enthusiasm.

Their excitement is enough to enthral you and like a wave wash away your problems.

Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt

The sweet lure

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When she grew older though, the lollipops became less frequent. She had gained a sense of responsibility and obligation and didn’t really need a lure to do the things she knew she should. But at holidays and big events, she would always feel the urge to have one – to feel its stickiness on her fingers and its sweetness on her tongue. It was something she had associated with her childhood and with the innocence that came with it. And it was this that would accompany her own children when time came. It was a sweet lure that would progressively teach them to act without its necessity. Because everyone needs an incentive at first. And a sugary treat is something few can refuse.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Lollipop

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