Its not the chaos that brings us peace, but the uniqueness of how we make sense out of it.
ANAMIKA GARGIts not the chaos that brings us peace, but the uniqueness of how we make sense out of it.
ANAMIKA GARGMaybe the line between self respect and ego is called sanity.
ANAMIKA GARGIs it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?
ANAMIKA GARGWhat more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.
ANAMIKA GARGBut we are all fake people telling each other to be our real selves.
ANAMIKA GARGFalling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.
ANAMIKA GARGYou hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.
ANAMIKA GARGTransient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.
ANAMIKA GARGWhat a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.
ANAMIKA GARGAt times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.
ANAMIKA GARGBeautification of the soul over decoration of the body.
ANAMIKA GARGYou surrender to instantaneous instincts then mourn over becoming a slave.
ANAMIKA GARGEmpty boxes pleading empty boxes to fill them with peace and love.
ANAMIKA GARGEvery attachment is naturally temporary. It is made permanent by conscious thinking – sticking to moments and replaying memories.
ANAMIKA GARGLook at us. Always choosing devastation followed enlightenment over spoon fed lessons.
ANAMIKA GARGNot all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.
ANAMIKA GARG