How Do You Tell People? How Do You Tell Them That You Are Exhausted Even Though You Slept For 10 Hours?

Na marna munasib jiya bhi na jaye re, haaye re

Some sorrows are not meant to be spoken, only endured. Their depth is known only by you and the One who created you. And perhaps, in that silence, in that solitude, you will find the strength you never knew you had. Because even when the world doesn’t see your pain, He does. And He is the only one who can truly heal what is broken inside you.

There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.

People wear masks so well that their smiles can hide storms, their laughter can silence screams, and their words can be nothing but illusions. Sometimes, the ones closest to us carry the deepest betrayals, and the ones we trust the most are the ones who hurt us in ways we never saw coming.

But perhaps that’s why silence is a blessing. To know too much is to suffer too much. Maybe that’s why only God has the strength to bear it all—to see everything, to know every hidden sorrow, every untold lie, every silent cry, and yet, remain quiet.

Truly knowing someone is a heavy burden, a torment not everyone can bear. If you start reading faces, friendships will shatter. If you learn to recognize the truth in people’s eyes, some will disgust you. And if you try to uncover the secrets buried deep in their hearts, you will find wounds darker than you ever imagined.

i hope love never finds me ever againnn

The desire to be loved is the last illusion.

Give it up and you'll be free.

I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace

Whisper to her, when the sun sinks below the horizon, that my thoughts turn to her. Tell her that the melody of her voice, calling my name, is a song I'll never forget. And please, let her know she dwells within my heart, and wherever I wander, her face is all I see. tell her that in every breeze, I hear her laughter, and in the stillness of night, her presence surrounds me. Let her know that my love for her is eternal, blossoming like a timeless flower, and that the very essence of my soul yearns for her endlessly.

Musa.

"Before I die, I want to be somebody's favourite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."

—Andrea Gibson

There's an art to oversharing while simultaneously making sure that people still know nothing about you.