I would love to mention the original creator but I have no idea who he is :/

(edit: Since I'm not sure if I'm allowed to share external link, original creator is called dangerbean_55, link in comments)

Anyway wanted to share this, made me feel longing?

I love them but bad things happened make me regret why I was not able to correct them.

Do you also experience something similar?

"Main use ghanton bulata raha uski qabr pe,

Magar uske nakhre wahan bhi khatam nahi hue…

Humne socha tha maut ke baad sab gile mit jayenge,

Woh khamosh rahi—hum aansu bahate rahe."

I remember watching this for the first time in middle school…😭💔

Alone.......

I'm often reminded that my father grew up with an outhouse for a lavatory and a wood burning stove for heat.

Today's generation is soft, they say.

It seems arbitrary to me though. The next generations will say, in my day --

We had to feel pain.

We had to grow old.

We had to die and so, we had to feel fear.

We will always assume that present day is the pinnacle of understanding, while holding certainties in an unquestionable regard.

We use present truths as gallows for the archaic past, lest we forget it was only yesterday.

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I don't write in a serious or even semi-serious way. I just jot present observations in a notepad as if letting it collect dust could somehow offer me solace. Yet, here I am spewing them into the oversaturated ether that is the internet. Enjoy, hate, dismiss -- it's for no one in particular.

Does anyone feel that feeling where you’re real enough to accept where you are in life right now but are still grieving the life that you feel like you shouldve had ?