Its easy to ask people to sow together the torn pieces of their heart n move on with their lives, easy very easy to say. Why do we all pretend it’s easy n doable why do we not let ourselves grieve n weep till the agony decides to get bored and leave us. We pretend because it appears easier to be fake than to be real. And why not? The real us looks shit and I mean shit!its almost like when someone asks you to go along to a party on a bad hair day with no makeup on.
……But it has to be done, it may be a heartbreak, or a failure, it may be something you really wanted is no longer achievable in that form and you feel that life has to stop in an uncanny way!! That the small things that give you happiness have to stop! That part of you, the cheerful you needs to mourn!
But with messy thoughts and messy hair you need to stand up and pick up the pieces of yourself from the corners of your apartment, put your smile and lipstick on! Pour a glass of red n get those fancy shoes out…And life all of a sudden will be better! Be better! Will BE better! Sometimes the right thing to do is fake it!