#creativity privilege

[lecoindecachou]

"Creativity challenged"

[brainrotcharacters]

"get 😠my country's 🇨🇦name out📤 of your 🫵 fucking🖕 mouth😗

and my sword 🗡️

give me that 🤨"

[escapeoclock]

To be poor.

Sauce:

(1) Apothecary Diaries

(2) We Couldn't Become Adults

[enquire]

Gizmo Stardust!

Okay... it's Yamato's time to shine. I'm pretty happy with him! He was fun to draw and pretty easy to pick colors for... I do think maybe he could use a gear bag, or a vest, or something of that nature. I've been trying to only add accessories or clothing when it serves a purpose, so waffling a bit on that here... oh well. Maybe later.

Gizmo Stardust is a prolific inventor who lives in Canterlot with his father and sister. He's also heir to his dad's company, Stardust Industries, which recently became a lot more successful thanks to his inventions. Gizmo's hoofwork is present in many of the technological advancements in Canterlot and beyond.

One example (that brought Stardust Industries to where it is now) was Gizmo's most well-known creation; the airship. The introduction of a new form of flight to Equestria revolutionized the transportation and shipping industries. The airships Gizmo designed elegantly mesh together the mechanisms behind Equestria's balloons and trains, but require very little fuel thanks to sails which function in much the same way as pegasi wings.

Gizmo's also has a family friend, Thrift Twinkle, who he and his sister have known since they were little, thanks to their fathers being friends as well as business partners. Thrift and Gizmo are still pretty close, thanks to being friends when they were foals, and the fact that they got their cutie marks practically together.

This happened while Gizmo and Thrift were working together to save their respective family businesses. It was Thrift's business savvy and creativity which kept them from going under, and Gizmo's invention of the airship which brought both of their companies flying back into success again. Thrift helped Gizmo's inventions get off the ground, and worked to keep him funded until he finally completed his work.

Naturally then, the rebranded 'Phoenix Goods' was the first company to support and benefit from Stardust Industries' latest and greatest invention. And so, they managed not only to save their parents' crumbling businesses, but rocket them into unprecedented new highs.

It was during this process, through creating and helping each other, that both Gizmo and Thrift got their cutie marks. And more than proved their mettle to their parents at the same time. Both of them were overjoyed (and a little relieved, because they were blank flanks a little longer than most, and far longer than Gizmo's sister was)

When the two of them were younger, Gizmo had cheered on his sister when she got her cutie mark. When he got his, she responded in kind, throwing him a huge party and inviting practically everypony she knew to celebrate. It was during this bombastic party that Gizmo met Saber Frost.

He stumbled across him while taking a break from the chaos out on the balcony, where Saber had spent most of the night away from the light and revelry inside. Surprised to find somepony he didn't know awkwardly standing on the outskirts of the gathering with nothing but a glass of punch and a stony look on his face, he struck up a conversation. They hit it off, and Gizmo convinced the other not to leave the party, instead inviting him to join the two siblings for a quiet walk after the celebration concluded.

They may live far apart, but that doesn't stop them from seeing each other pretty often. For one thing, Thrift has reason to visit Canterlot on company business fairly frequently. And whenever he does, he makes sure to set aside time for the trio to hang out.

It was on one such visit that Gizmo introduced Thrift to Saber. They didn't click at first, but Gizmo and his sister, as usual, brought their friends together without too much trouble. Since then, three became four whenever Thrift was in Canterlot.

And when Saber was reassigned, Gizmo helped encourage him to request the region of Equestria where Thrift lived. Knowing his friend would be there to look out for Saber made him a lot less worried. Even though Gizmo knew it was for the best that Saber left Canterlot (and in fact had been trying to encourage and persuade Saber to accept the reassignment for a long time) he still misses their weekly chats over coffee and tea.

I love that I have enough ponies done to start weaving their stories together now. Also here's what he looks like without the hat or goggles:

[br1ghtestlight]

kinda funny that the prize for winning a season of inanimate insanity is literally just the Responsibility of running a small business full-time with no employees and also you don't even get paid. like they're literally just spending their money to have MORE responsibility and do more work. why would anyone want that

but i guess its cute that they love each other so much that they're willing and even excited to get the opportunity to do that work for each other with NO benefits

[b4evaa]

still ugly, still ugly.

Ugly!

they said when pointing my direction,

younger me may not have understood

what ugly is

but i knew it meant unacceptable

i knew it meant rejection

i knew it meant i should shut up

i eventually knew what it meant

the word ugly was used to describe me

but all it did was dehumanise me

i became a creature

not only was i ugly,

my persona tasted unfamiliar

it tasted strange

i was no stranger to me

i did not see a fault in my authenticity

until i heard the words

“unusual, but not in a good way”

used to describe me

awkwardness was acceptable

in only the ones favoured by the

privileged afforded to them

by their genetic makeup

their beauty bought them the world

while rejection sold my world

when the coin was tossed,

i experienced the opposite side of the coin

i was now the ugly girl

clothed by beauty

i was acceptable as ideal

not as who i am

i apologize,

for i am not your idealisation

but i am still the awkward girl

now dressed in a costume

a costume made with

pretty privilege and white beauty standards

i am still ugly,

still an unfamiliar taste,

still unpalatable,

just dressed in a suit.

sorry if i don’t accept your compliment,

or if i’m too loud

i’m still ugly inside,

just a little prettier outside.

(((b4evaaa)))

[ravenwriter16]

'Creative Minds Think Alike'

Episode 1---Episode 2 (You're here already!)---Episode 3—Episode 4--Episode 5--Episode Six--Episode Seven

Featuring the Amazing: @amarynthian-chronicles

Reminder! If the content creator doesn't approve of how I represented them or their AUs then a will edit my work or DELETE it. It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is suppose to showcase amazing creators!

I do not beta read! I die like Solar from the Sun and Moon show (hehehe...I now have a target on my back)

If you don't like my work don't read it!!!!

I close the door to my home behind me as I step out. It was afternoon now, the sun starting to set over the horizon. My hood was down today unlike last night.

I walk down the path up to the castle, my pace a tad faster than usual since I actual had to schedule an appointment to meet with this Creator.

AND I was NOT going to be late!

My wings flap anxiously behind me as I put my hair into a braid. The tips of my pointed ears were turning red from the cold, so I brush some of my downy feathers (they're like baby hairs to me) to cover and warm them.

Though it was bothersome I still prefer the cold than the scorching heat of summer...

I enter the castle with a small sigh. A staff bot rolls up to me, holding its hands out. I shake my head and dismiss it with a wave of my hand. It backs off as I walk deeper into the castle.

Today I wasn't sticking to the lower floors. Instead, I was going up to one of the towers...

The creepy...PROBABLY haunted towers...

I was halfway up the stairs when a scream rips through the air and bounces off the walls. I shiver, wings closer to my shoulders now. Why do people like this sort of thing?!

I reach the top and find a single door. The metal frame was a tad rusty and had suspicious dark stains. I reach into my side pouch and pull out the second envelope from the pair I had before.

I look at the address on the envelope then step closer to the ruby-encrusted plaque on the door. They matched.

I pull out my pocket watch and check the time. Ten minutes early. What would be the harm if I'd knock now?

I raise my fist to the door. Inches away from connecting to the metal, it creaks open and a small cool breeze blows out.

It blows up some dust (why don't the staff bots clean up here?!) causing me to let out a sneeze.

"Bless you." A deep voice croons.

My gaze rises to meet sharp golden eyes. A tall animatron with marron metal and shiny bronze rays greets me. He had on a black suit that looks like it was pulled from the Victorian era. The black cape he had on made it seem like his shadow rose form the floor to rest over his shoulders.

A golden chain drapes across his chest and in one of his rays was a ruby stud.

White sharp teeth glint in the small light in this tower. "Good afternoon Archvist~."

"Grand Duke." I greet curtly. "I have an appointment this time. So don't even try to pull any tricks."

He chuckles and places a taloned hand on his chest, showcasing a golden ring with one ruby in the middle flanked by two diamonds. "You wound me so, darling~. Please come in."

He opens the door fully, standing to the side to allow me to enter. I eye him as I step through the doorway. He raises a brow, his grin never leaving.

I turn my attention to the room and the breath from my lungs leave. It was like something out of a fairy tale novel. The Grand Hall was elegant yet modern. The colors dark yet soft somehow. Beautiful pillars that connected at the top via arches hold up the domed ceiling.

A short distance in front of me is a staircase that leads up to a platform before splitting into staircases on the left and right.

At the platform is a giant stain glass window, showcasing in vibrant colors a scene of three high ranking fae (I interact with the species a lot, so I know fae when I see them) interacting with a female human. They seem to be trying to gain her attention from a small dark sphere in her hands.

I gasp as the glass in the window shifts, giving the characters life and movement. The yellow fae on the left attempts to give the woman a flower, the blue one from the right tries to give her a harp, while red the one above her (the biggest of the three) attempts to place a crown on her head.

My wings jerk, spreading out in alarm. I snap my pointed gaze at eclipse who retracts his clawed finger away from my spine.

"What have I said about messing with my wings?" I ask, annoyed.

"Sorry, Love. I couldn't resist the opportunity." He folds his hand behind his back, obscuring them with his cape. He saunters in front of me, "I will fetch my lady. Please refrain from touching any of windows."

"Why? Afraid I'll leave smudges on them?" I tease, my wings folding comfortably against my back.

"Oh no, darling~." he chuckles darkling, looking over his shoulder to pin me with his golden gaze. "But I am obligated to warn guest of their unique...talent of trapping people into their worlds..."

I shiver slightly, whether from the new knowledge of the windows (Relm Holders I suppose) or form his tone and gaze, I don't know.

He hums in thought before continuing up the stairs. I wait till he turns to the right stairs and reaches the top without trying anything.

I roll my shoulders and rub the back of my neck. I walk to the center of the Grand Hall and at the foot of the stairs. I take my time looking around, each stained-glass window leaving me equally breathless.

One was of scales of justice. On one plate was a gavel and a rolled-up scroll, while the other had a heart, which had colors of pink, blue, yellow, and red. They kept rising and falling, as if their fate was still undecided.

Right next to it was a scene of the ocean crashing against a rock cliff. Two leviathans and a VERY tall kraken look down at the cliff where a small human with shimmering blue patches of skin sings to them.

The final one was familiar. A certain viscount holds up a paint brush, red paint lining its path as he flourishes it while bowing. The Marquis has a violin under his chin, the musical notes showing and dripping with blood. His eyes closed but the smile on his face filled with mischief. The Grand Duke (Who was taking his sweet time getting his Creator) Holds up a large diamond, one of his fangs stained red.

The poor dear suffering the affections holds up one hand to stop the three from doing anything to rash, yet behind her back she holds a wooden stake.

I snort, "I'll have to meet this one. To be able to put up with those three...In fact all these Place-Holders have to put up a lot..."

I look back up at the stairs, crossing my arms. My shoulders tense as I hear the sound of heels clicking on tile. I bow as a regal figure starts her descent down the stairs.

"Amarynthian-Chronicles," I bow, "It's an honor to finally meet you."

"The honor's all mine." She responds.

I straighten up, finally getting a good view of her. On top of her head was a crown made of black shattered glass that seemed to shift and swirl as if there was mist trapped in each shard. A see-through red veil covers her face

Her black hair was down but curled around her elvan ears. Her red pixie wings flutter slightly behind her. Everything about her color wise was red, black, gray, orange or yellow. She had on a beautiful ball gown with a gorgeous closed shawl that had gems sewn into the fabric.

Her blood red eyes regard me with curiosity and mischief. If I didn't already know she was a creator, I would have mistaken her for High-Ranked Royal Fae.

She meets be at the base of the stairs. She gives me an apologetic look as she moves the veil over her head so that it was no longer covering her. "So sorry about the last time you tried to pay me a visit."

"It's alright, I should've known better than to not take Moon's threats for granted..."

"He does not joke when it comes to his booby-traps..." She hisses through clenched teeth.

She then gestures to a table with two chairs...That were NOT there before. Seeing my stunned expression, she laughs and puts a hand on her hip. "You alright?"

"Oh yes!" I blush, "Sorry...You'd think I'd get used to it by now..."

We both share a laugh as we sit down. She rubs her hands together< "Now! I believe you have something for me to look over and possibly sign, correct?"

"Yes." I nod. I bend over to the side a bit to dig through my side pouch while Amarynthian-Chroniclesclaps her hands in delight.

"I've been meaning to get this over with for a while but the old man who you took over for was SO forgetful..."

I nod my head, humming in agreement. I shout in delight when I find the envelope but then a shadow falls over me and my smile quickly morphs into a frown.

"Dear Duke," I get out through gritted teeth.

"Yes~?" He bends over me and I'm forced to look at his smug face.

"Can refrain from bothering me for at least two seconds?"

"I'm afraid not. It would be pure torture to let you go unbothered, my darling Raven~."

"Eclipse." Amarynthian-Chronicles warns with a snap of her finger. The Grand Duke pulls back with a small chuckle and then walks over to stand behind her.

"I apologize, my gem~. But the Archivist is too easy to rile up."

I shoot him a glare before handing Amarynthian-Chronicles the envelope. She opens it and pulls out an introductory letter and a stack of papers.

"Wow...it's really stacked up." She mumbles. With a wave of her hand the papers fly in a circle around her head. Her eyes quickly scanning each one.

I lean back in my seat with a sigh, stretching out my arms to relieve some of the tension. It works for a moment but when I look up to find Eclipse licking his fangs while maintain eye contact with me, the tension comes flooding back.

"Don't you have a Place-Holder to go bother?" I snap.

"Dear Y/n is with my brothers currently." Eclipse rolls his eyes and puts one hand on his hip and waves the other in the air dismissively. "They are showing her around the palace. Boring really. I'm here trying to entertain myself."

"Ahuh..."

"By the way Raven, how would you like to join in my blood gem collection~? Just a drop of your precious red and you'll be immortalized."

"Okay One, I'm already immortal you leech-,"

"Rude~."

"Two, you are not tricking me to become your servant for the rest of eternity..."

"But it would be so fun-,"

"FOR YOU-,"

"Alright, alright..." Amarynthian-Chronicles claps her hands together and the papers neatly stack on top of each. It lands on the table with a soft thud. She blows over the top form and her signature appears.

"I found no fault with these forms. You now have my John Hancock."

"Thank you, Madam." I stand up and grab the stack of papers, leaving the introductory note with her. "If you ever have any questions, concerns, or statements you'd liked to make about the castle, please feel free to message me or visit my mushroom."

"Mushroom...That sounds like fun!" She nods her head, "I will come down if the need arises...OR if I'm bored..."

I laugh, "I would appreciate your company all the same! Have a pleasant evening."

I give another bow to her. Then I turn my attention to Eclipse, "Duke." I nod.

"Archivist." He responds back with a softer tone and a small bow. But I could see the glint in his eyes.

I turn tail and get out of there, slightly flying as my wings anxiously beat.

I close the door softly behind me, hearing the two on the other side laughing at my behavior. I sigh and start the descent down the stairs to the first floor of the castle.

I have meet with two creators so far. And I'm sure there will be more to come...

***

Episode two is completed!

This was so much fun to write and I hope you all enjoyed reading it!

Have a fantastic day or night!

[hpowellsmith]

One of the creators of The Wreck posted about the difficulty of making a game that doesn't do well commercially: Why the hell do we even bother making indie games?

Many studios don't complete their first game. If they do, many don't manage to make another one, even if it gets a lot of attention. Florent writes powerfully about the experience of making The Wreck and the personal reasons to keep going in the face of adversity.

Making games is freaking hard, you're heroes and you deserve to feel good about yourselves and your work. So my advice would be to keep a list of the reasons YOU have that feel more personal and true, and get back to them when things go south and you feel like all those efforts we put in this passion of ours might not be worth it.

I have a lot of interactive fiction mutuals on here because that's what I talk about - what makes you keep doing what you're doing?

[pynkhues]

I'm really sorry you and your sister are dealing with that

(no pressure to publish this, not that there should ever be pressure to publish an ask if you don't want to, of course, but just wanted to say I hope you're doing okay)

Ah, thank you, anon, it's okay. It's been a while now (court moves slooow), but we're getting hopefully close to the end. She filed in Family Court December 2022, and we've had about five interim hearings with final trial (finally) scheduled over four days next month, so fingers crossed! But yeah, it's been A Time. He's financially and emotionally abusive against my sister, and both those things as well as medically negligent against their children (who are only six and eight and both have special needs), so it's been....rough. To say the least.

But on a lighter note, have one of my new favourite photos I took of my nephews at the jellyfish enclosure at the aquarium last month!

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

based on your asks responses & characterization of yuuta this is what i’ve gathered — yuuta is like that one high school senior who looked at the new coming freshman’s & just adopted them on the spot. there’s no out. now his friends sees the kid & adopted them too. it’s a family now. a very young, close in age family. (i was yuuta in this situation 😔 i was use to be megumi in this situation but i carried the tradition out. as i should. high school & middle school was wild.)

YUUJI THOUGH. we will probably never see him in your sea glass garden au but your asks is killing me. like his one sided beef with yuuta? he’s just like me fr. i too would fight over megumi if it comes down to it.

i just know yuuji thought that yuuta & megumi was a thing at first cause of the whole “his boy thing”. i know he screamed into a pillow about it. i know he went to gojo to ask for permission to court megumi & gojo was flabbergasted at such a medieval act so he had yuuji do the dumbest shit to get his blessing (ha).

i just know nanami is sighing at the idea of his son yuuji being a jealous little brat because of his other son yuuta. i just know yuuta was so confused until he witnessed yuuji & megumi awkward ass flirting. i know he acts like a little shit to get on yuuji (& sukuna) nerves.

you know what. this is my jujutsu kaisen. this is my sorcery fight. gege who? i only know you. PLS TAKE THE PEN FROM GEGE.

Yuuta is absolutely that senior who adopted that new student and made a little family. That is His Kohai now okay megumi is their collectively raised flour sack baby and they will kill for him.

Yuuji came back to life finally met the second years had just leveled up with his cursed energy and gained a new dad got his old friends back he was so so ready to go live his best life and then his new self appointed brother opened his mouth and started rhapsodizing about some impossibly beautiful and perfect man named okkotsu yuuta and yuuji is absolutely whacked in the face a la rubber squeaky hammer that there’s some gorgeous son of a bitch out there already living his best life.

His death sentence was overturned. He’s so powerful that he can save everyone if he wants. He is the legally adopted child of Nanami Kento. The curse attached to him 1) actually liked him and 2) moved the fuck on which some people (Sukuna) could take a few notes on.

Fushiguro Megumi is his boy.

This could not have devastated him more thoroughly. Even his newly acquired self appointed brother thinks okkotsu yuuta is the perfect man, which he manages to express at length in between warnings from the second years that Yuuta’s going to fly back from Africa purely for the sake of kicking his fucking ass for touching His Boy, which yuuji simply cannot handle.

Yuuji lowkey had a new lease on life and thought “hey! Fushiguro tried to kill someone with an elephant for me! Maybe I have a shot and he’ll let me hold his hand!” and then there’s god’s perfect man off in Africa who’s enticing megumi away from movie marathons with his fucking FaceTime calls right when yuujis almost hyped himself up enough to try the yawning arm stretch thing.

He spends at least three weeks trying to figure out if Megumi’s His Boy because they’re in a long distance relationship and it only ends because maki starts finding it more annoying than funny and establishes that it is not in fact a romantic arrangement. She thinks. (Okay it’s still kind of funny.)

Yuuji resorted to a terrible wikihow on how to get someone to date you and it insisted “get their parents approval” was his in and gojo could NOT have been more of an asshole about it. Nanami had to intervene to get it to stop. He is very tired and very confused. Why are you so upset about okkotsu he’s a lovely young man why is this making you more upset

Of course if yuuji ever found out that megumi became Yuuta’s boy after Yuuta personally restarted his heart he’d instantly understand why everyone acts like Yuuta’s the best thing since sliced bread. He is that amazing.

Yuuta and Megumi are completely oblivious to all of this.

Gege pls call me I just want to help gege pls

[matrixrry]

relying on advertisers = changing your content to meet sponsors' demands. THAT'S what "we want to rely less on advertisers" is about. it's literally part of detangling creativity and art from capitalism by saying no, we're going to make this according to our vision, not according to what's palatable to companies with massive advertising budgets.

[batbabydamian]

MORE BATMAN AND ROBIN 2023 #1 PREVIEW PAGES!!

[stealthnoodle]

I see there's a new post on AO3 on AI and data scraping, the contents of which I would describe as a real mixed bag, and the sheer number of comments on it is activating my self-preservation instincts too much for me to subject myself to reading through them. Instead I'm thinking about how much daylight there is between does or doesn't constitute a TOS violation and what does or doesn't violate community norms, and how AO3 finally rolled out that blocking and muting feature recently, and how I think it would be good, actually, if most people's immediate reaction to seeing a work that announces itself as being the product of generative AI was to mute the user who posted it.

That's my reaction, anyway!

[crimeronan]

hmm. been musing on this for a couple days, so i guess i'll ask: would there be any interest in me creating a discord server for princess luz AU discussion?

my main reasoning is that there's a small number of you guys who have been having a lot of fun with it, but most of the discussion right now is facilitated thru my ask box, and i can't reply to every single ask i'm sent (there are Many i haven't responded to). people are obviously having a lot of fun splashing around in this sandbox and playing with different timelines and characterization and relationships -- there might as well be a space to chat properly about it?

the main caveat is that i've never created/run a discord server before and i am Very bad at consistently checking messages and dealing with responsibilities. aka i'd be a godawful mod. so everyone would need to be nice to each other.

(i'd set ground rules and different channels to have space for dark shit, lighter shit, and shitposting. so everyone can stick to their own personal comfort level. i'm just not equipped to deal with any Drama (TM) between people.)

i need to know if any of you guys would actually Want to do that tho. bc there's not much point to creating a server if it isn't useful.

if you guys just want to talk thru the notes on posts here, that's perfectly fine as well! i've been having a lot of fun and i have no qualms about continuing to spam my followers. i presume anyone who's really annoyed has either unfollowed or blacklisted the AU by now.

[eldritch-flower]

In that weird mood where I want to write & begin my 2nd draft but I literally cannot? Been staring at my laptop (scrolling tiktok) for HOURS (5 minutes) and haven't written a single word (I've deleted the same sentence twice)

[jar-of-forgotten-dreams]

A Woman's Place in a Man's World

To start, this piece of mine is inspired by Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey. It includes the moments of my life, which I would love to share with the world.

What is the greatest lesson a woman should learn? That since day one, she’s already had everything she needs within herself. It’s the world that convinced her she did not                                                                                           - Rupi Kaur

The book was released in 2014, but it still makes me wonder. It’s been 10 years, yet every poetry resonates deep within me. I still see women being oppressed more than ever. I might not be the one who can change the world overnight, but I damn well try to do so.

the idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic                                                             - Rupi Kaur

I was 12 years old when I had an epiphany. A woman’s world, and a man’s world is not the same. A man is told to not show their emotions, that only anger is the valid thing to feel. Whereas, a woman is told to always be happy, ‘ugly emotions would reflect on your face, making you look ugly as well’. They make excuses for their son’s behaviours. ‘Boys will be boys’, they say. Whereas they hold a woman accountable to justify the mistreatment of a man. ‘What would you expect, you did provoke him after all’. I wanted to run away, want to be lost in my own world. Where everything was just and fair. Where there is no such thing as gender barrier. Where everyone is actually happy and not pretending to be happy. I feel like for that little girl, these dreams were too big to settle in her little body. So, she ended up detaching herself from everyone. What was I supposed to do? I had to protect my sanity, after all!

The first time it happened, I thought everyone around me is playing a game. Which I didn’t got the memo of. The women pouring their heart and soul in their cooking, whereas the men were just sitting and chilling. The men of the house were asking demanding to be served the food. But they were not even moving an inch from their places. The women were running to and fro, to serve all the men of the family. I was just a kid, so I ended up asking Mumma, ‘I am hungry, when will we eat?’ and she replied, ‘once the men of the house are done with the dinner.’ And I felt a flicker of the flame in my heart.

I believe, our society is going backwards. While we have all kinds of smart appliances, our brains are the ones getting dumber second by second. I feel, that society is on a brink of collapsing. And I, for one, cannot wait for the day this chaos happens.

you tell me to quiet down cause my opinions make me less beautiful but I was not made with a fire in my belly so I could be put out I was not made with a lightness on my tongue so I could be easy to swallow I was made heavy half blade and half silk difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow                                                                            - Rupi Kaur

There was an incident happened at the school when I was 9 years old. It was sports period, and the coach gave us permission to play whatever we want. I was a loner during my school days, so I was sitting on the bleachers. I saw my classmates around me, playing so carefree. ‘Do they realise, how unfair the world is’ my mind thought. I was not an optimistic kid. Always over-thinking and crying, that’s how my school days were. It felt like an immense sadness is nestled in my chest. My shoulders always felt heavy with an invisible weight.

Few boys of my class were racing each other. When suddenly. One of the boys tripped on his shoelaces and fell down. He skinned both of his knees and he was bleeding. As soon as he saw the blood trickling from the wound, he started crying. The coach came running towards the kid, and saw blood on him. And instead of taking care of a nine-year-old child, like a responsible adult, he tells this kid, who is scared out of his mind, to “MAN UP” and that “BOYS DON’T CRY”.

If many men had actually cried in their childhood, if they were taught to feel their emotions, I believe that we would have progressed a lot more as a society. But hey, that just me being delusional, I guess.

a daughter should not have to be beg her father for a relationship                                                                            - Rupi Kaur

I see lot of people saying that their father was/is the perfect role model for them. Personally, I can never understand it. As I have never experienced a father-daughter bond.

My father left when I was 11 years old. I never knew the real reason until I was older, but at that time it felt like my world was crashing. I felt like it was my fault he was leaving, and I ended up crying and begging him not to leave.

I felt like my father hated my existence. Always ignored me, never loved me. I feel like that man was incapable of love. For so many years, I tried to justify his actions. I felt like talking to him, I call him, he yells at me for disturbing him, he hangs up. This cycle continued till the time I was 20 years old. And it took me a lot of time to get over this hurt I was feeling. I was literally begging for his attention, justifying for the fact that he never once acted like a father. No wonder I keep falling for emotionally unavailable men. No wonder my life was a messed-up joke which wasn’t even funny.

don’t mistake salt for sugar if he wants to be with you he will. it's that simple                                              - Rupi Kaur

I was 16 years old when I got a crush on a boy. As time passed, it turned into something more. It turned into a puppy love. I used to imagine everything about our joined future, when in reality I haven’t even uttered a word to him. I used to think, that’s what love does to you, makes you so silly that your common senses disappear.

I was scared to even stand in front of him, as I felt if he rejects me, I won’t be able to live with the weight of rejection.

Turns out, you can live with rejection. I realised this later in life. Rejection is just a part of your life, which helps you to grow stronger than ever. And that you should not seek validation for your life from others. You live for yourself, not for society’s expectations.

i am water soft enough to give life tough enough to drown away                                              - Rupi Kaur

Now that I am old enough to understand how unfair the world actually is. I wish with all my heart, the time I took for granted. My childhood, where the only thing I was worried about was the dinner menu. Those rainy Monday mornings, when the school ends up getting cancelled for the day. How I was busy chasing the fireflies in the backyard. Where my only sin was to steal a fruit from the garden.

But now I am seeing the changes in the world and its ridiculous conditions. How people are resisting living the same shitty life which the older generations lived. We are paving our own way; we are creating our own rules. And I cannot wait for that day, where the society crumbles down and we can see the actual beauty in this world.

  - SanaNaaz

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