I give very good advice, just like most people typically do. But who really knows how to follow through?
Don’t let anyone, but yourself become the centre of your world!
A side of me that has it all figured out
I think you might like what I have to say
I give very good advice, just like most people typically do. But who really knows how to follow through?
Don’t let anyone, but yourself become the centre of your world!
A side of me that has it all figured out
These past few days, I’ve been waking up feeling quite upset. Something’s fishy, I’m trying hard now to recall my dream, what was it? Think!
NO you did not!
Caught my brain playing memories from the archive. I told you to delete them!
You know what? You’re fired.
I’ve observed second-hand clothing is still visualized as ragged, dirty clothing. This image may have been true in the past when apparel was purchased by the customer and then disposed after rigorous use.
However, today, people’s shopping habits have extensively changed because of stimulus from the fashion giants. The fashion industry nurtures consumerism. They introduced fast-fashion where brands like H&M, Forever21 and Zara among others have as many as 52 seasons in a year. This is far off from the initial three seasons brands had, in which styles would change as per the summer, winter and monsoon.
Since companies churn out brand new styles about 52 times a year people feel “out-of-fashion” quickly and desire new clothing. This trend has been going on long enough for it to have become a habit, and now the customer is looking forward to changes much sooner.
Therefore, unlike previous times, clothing gets discarded not because it is ragged, but simply because people are bored of it, it’s out of style, or a ton of new clothing has left no space in the closet for the ‘not so old’ clothes.
If these barely used clothes are still in their prime condition, they really should not be thrown away and swamp the planet, causing catastrophic environmental damage. Instead, we should work to get rid of the stigma present and normalise reusing clothes. Sustainable fashion is not just for the low socio-economic class; it is for every conscious individual who wants to appreciate and enjoy fashion in harmony with nature!
Times have changed, so should we.
Who am I? What is the purpose of life? What is real love? Why am I this way? Will I ever be successful? What am I doing? What does it mean to be happy? Do other people feel like this too? When will I be happy? Is everyone satisfied with their lives? Will I ever be satisfied? Am I just distracting myself till I die? Will I ever do something meaningful? Am I just putting up a show? Am I real? Do I really love me? Do I even have it in me? Will people take me seriously? What if I can’t keep up? Can I ever be dedicated? Will I love what I do? Will I be happy? AM I OKAY?
A twist of fate makes life worthwhile.
I’m always excessively surprised by the way people perceive me because I never look at myself the same. It’s not fair, it’s not fair to me. Time for a paradigm shift, yeah?
Today, someone told me I had the most radiant smile they had ever seen and that they felt my positive energy.
Guess what?! I’m keeping it. It’s mine, that’s me, YES me!
The poor little girl of 13 years didn’t understand what it was, she called it sadness.
Dear diary,
Can you please pray I don’t go into that phase again? It’s very dark and lonely in there. Please, nobody believes me, I’m scared.
My mind flutters always, but today it spent all day paraphrasing her.
Oh I don’t feel so good; six words nobody ever understood.
Psycho is my favourite word and state of mind.
Since the past week I’ve been competing, at first I won by innocent luck but now I feel a sense of addiction. Every time it happens I see myself wanting it again and, Again.
Since the past week, I’ve been waking up early in the morning, eating my vitamins, exercising, showering and getting dressed while loving the way I look. Then I heat some water for myself and sit at my desk, laptop open, energized to work.
Next, a second into my work, my alarm rings.
“Hey, look at me, I beat you again. Ha Ha!”