Reposting something I wrote (rambled) on this day, last year ―
I'm just in one of those moods, when I come across an unforgettable art-piece and it overwhelms me till I have a nervous breakdown. I am sorry that I am going to ramble a little bit but I just, NEED to. I just need to express, that I understand that you are in pain. Yes YOU. I know you are worried sick about that thing, and your heart is breaking and I know, some days are easy to manage but other days, you just want to run away from everything and scream, or cry, just desperately searching for an outlet. And the truth is, I cannot make it better for you no matter how much I WANT to. All I can give you is— me too. Dear you, I too am hurting just like you. I am tired and sick of the word 'anxiety', I am angry that every time I go out late, I have to consider the possibility of getting raped, I am just so broken about the fact that women are being treated like commodity around the world, that men are losing their natural essence in the snare of Patriarchy, I am sick that section 377 exists, I am fed up of meeting people day after day who are afraid of their vulnerability, I am so, so, so, SO tired and in pain. I know you understand because I am hurting, just like you are. And I so dearly wish that I could take your problems away, and that I could instantly make the world a better place, but I cannot. I have to be honest, my dear. The most valuable thing that I can give you right now, in this moment of sadness is, my vulnerability. I give to you a warm hug from the truth of my being, and these words— me too.
So much love to you, and a heartfelt wish for the world to be a happy place for everybody.