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It's OKAY!

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It's okay to question your existence.
It's okay to be unsure about your choices.
It's okay to doubt your intentions.

It's okay to revisit the mistakes in the past.
It's okay to love silence in the choas.
It's okay if you cringe remembering embarrassing moments.

It's okay to fail sometimes.
It's okay if someone thinks you're stupid.
It's okay if some things don't come your way.

It's okay if your wishes didn't come true.
It's okay to cry under the shower.
It's okay to feel guilt and regret.

It's okay if you love loneliness.
It's okay to yearn for companionship.
It's okay to let some people go from your life.

It's okay to have dreams that steal your sleep.
It's okay to let things go without much thoughts.
It's okay to over-think about major decisions.

It's okay to feel sick at-times.
It's okay if you find yourself as a stranger.
It's okay if your time isn't okay right now.

And finally,
It's okay if you read too much okays.

...

Someone might need your "it's okay" right now. Go, say it.

And if you want it, let me give you a hug.
"This too shall pass. In whatever phase you are, you are in the making.... and at any stage, it's YOU, a perfect creation with immense beauty and potential. You are never incomplete."

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  1. Anonymous1 September 2021 at 23:33

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  2. Unknown2 September 2021 at 00:03

    😍😍😍💌

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  3. Unknown2 September 2021 at 08:50

    ♥️✨️

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  4. Unknown2 September 2021 at 09:05

    ❤️💯💫

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  5. Anonymous2 September 2021 at 10:03

    ��❤️✨️

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  6. Anonymous2 September 2021 at 10:38

    This is too relatable....
    Loved it��

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  7. Anonymous2 September 2021 at 10:58

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  8. Ayisha Omer19 April 2022 at 21:53

    Thanks dear!

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  9. Anonymous13 June 2022 at 15:15

    ❤

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  10. Anonymous10 July 2022 at 17:55

    Life is cold at times.. നിയന്ത്രിക്കാനാവാത്ത വിധം ചിന്തകൾ അടിഞ്ഞുകൂടി വീണു പോകുന്ന ചില നിമിഷങ്ങളിൽ എല്ലാം അവസാനിച്ചെന്ന് തോന്നാറുണ്ട്. But the next day it's a new day... U learn to live with it!


    High were my fortress,
    Thou made a way.
    I wish!
    All these lessons,
    All these struggles,
    Will i ever find peace!
    I wish i could,
    But never,
    I guess.

    At the zenith of scars,
    The light is all i have.
    And the beautiful world around me,
    I understand,
    Life is a struggle!
    Do it for the ones you love!

    Carpe diem 💙💫

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    1. Ayisha Omer11 July 2022 at 17:20

      Do it for yourselves too... Seize every moment🙌

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