I matter and I don’t matter
My ideas are too big to be ignored and too small to be relevant.
I want to be remembered, but sometimes wish to forget my own self,
My virtues are my strength, I am their victim too.
I am delusional, I believe in destiny, or I question all miracles in disbelief.
My talent matters, so do my dreams. But it seems the work of my relentless desire to feed the ego that thinks it matters the most.
My opinion matters and so does yours So I acknowledge the difference , and don’t fight for it. So maybe it doesn’t matter as I thought.
Stitched with the bittersweet paradox And the ‘bipolarity of desires and fears’
I want to love this life… and live it to it’s potential
Where I am nothing so I can be everything
I am no one so I can be anyone
I am nowhere so I can be everywhere
I desire nothing so I fear nothing
Yet, dream so big because it doesn’t matter after all, because if it fails it’s absolutely fine .
My failure is my privilege too…
. ~MehrS~. ~FromTheDiary~
