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As I stare into the skyline, I wonder, was that really me? The person I used to be, so full of hope and kindness, now feels like a distant memory. The city of dreams has changed me, made me lose myself in the pursuit of success and fame.

I used to be the person who would go out of their way to help others, to lend a listening ear or a helping hand. But now, I find myself becoming more and more ruthless and bitter with each passing day. The constant pressure to succeed, the endless competition, has taken its toll on me.

And I wonder, was it all worth it? Was sacrificing my values and my compassion worth the price of success? As I reflect on my journey, I can’t help but feel a sense of regret and sadness for the person I’ve become.

I miss the kind…

Sometimes your body just knows that it is best to open the flood gates.  I was traveling back home on a 10-hour flight from Rio de Janeiro in Brazil going to Newark, New Jersey.  Something that I ate for breakfast that morning didn’t agree with me, so my stomach was bothering me the whole time that I was on the plane.  I got up from my seat about 10 times to use the bathroom, but only gas came out and I still felt bloated.  I felt that urge again and I figured that it would be just a tiny bit of gas again, so I lifted my cheek from the seat and I let out a silent one, instead of going all the way up the aisle to the bathroom.  I was sitting next to my wife and there was a blind lady sitting in front of us and she…

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The question on my lips

Was that really me?

Climbing that mountain

when all around felt rushed.

Facing a low point,

but not giving up,

Getting out of bed

even when exhausted

from anxiety, pain.

Was that really me?

Escaping from fear.

That girl

Who was painfully shy

Afraid of her own shadow

Afraid anyone would know

What was going on

What was happening to her

She didn’t dare breathe a word

To anyone

Kept everything to herself

Kept her feelings on a shelf

Tucked away

Out of sight

Fearing if anyone knew

They’d get a real fright

Was that really me?

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #279 – Reena Saxena (wordpress.com)

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #279 – Was that really me? &
Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt #142 – Skyline

dreams take me
to magical places
different journeys
every night
different stories
to unravel
mysteries to understand
i ask myself
was that really me
or someone
i pretended to be
a new self to wear
get accustomed to
a preparation of sorts
to play out in real life

or was it all just nonsense?

PROMPT #278

SERENE SUN

Serene sun

has perfected

The art of being unaffected

Between all the commotion

Human mind

has perfected

The art of making a commotion

About the simplest of things in life

And make it a real problem

https://amanpan.blog/2023/05/02/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-141-commotion-5-2-2023

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #278

Welcome back to another Sunday Poser

This week my question is;

Are you a people pleaser?

In my personal opinion, this road leads to misery because you cannot please everyone all the time. I would characterize myself as a recovering people pleaser.

I can blame my personality flaw on the fact that I grew up without a mother who would/ might have given me the confidence to be myself at all times, instead of seeking approval from others. Or perhaps it was an inherent trait.

Nevertheless, I have realized that this is a weakness that leads to being unhappy most of the time. As the saying goes; “……You cannot please all the people all the time”, so it had to change. I’m proud to say that I’m ( I think) 50% there. Who knows, maybe I’ll get rid of this weakness before I kick the bucket!

Are YOU a people…

My Constant

the hurt that you made
is unlike anyone else,
no one else; they’re not you,
you who i adore profoundly,
you who i care genuinely,
you who i love passionately;
so the hurt,
is unlike anyone else,
because
they are just
some random people who chose to disrespect me,
some random individual who chose to use me for their own good,
some random friends who chose to be there for me only when they need me,
some random relatives who chose to abandon me despite all the help i gave,
some random acquaintances who chose to simply just pass by and walk away.

they are not you;
you are not just some random people,
some random individual,
some random friend,
some random relative,
some random acquaintance;
you are the only constant love i choose to be in my life;
my constant rainfall (even when i get soaked to…