be ready for the worst, always!

Last night was tediously stormy in my mind; sadness from my heart reached my head, and now sad thoughts have taken over.

After spending two hours on trying to sleep, I finally drifted off somehow. Got up after 4 hours effortlessly and peacefully. Took a quick shower and dressed in denim styled with a black shirt. Stood before the mirror and put on a tint of kajal to my beautiful eyes that spoke volumes as I stared at them in my reflection.

Right now, I'm in class. The sunlight is peeking through the window, "what a lovely morning" I thought. But then someone switched on the harsh tube light, which I loathe more than anything. Why do people love to replace natural things with artificial ones?

Whatever! I’m trying to focus in class, but last night's thoughts won't leave me. Eyes kept burning; a painful reminder of everything, and here I am, writing all this down. Since when did 4 hrs of sleep became sufficient to me? Lol. Strange! I don’t feel sleepy, just sad.

Maybe it’s supposed to be this way. Maybe we need to be ready for the worst at any time. When we're really happy, and then someone suddenly brings sadness—especially someone close to our heart—it can make us feel so weak.

I realized how important it is to protect my peace and rise above the hurt.