He was the breath of my soul
Him..
And no one else, I am in a complete hunger for him. A devouring hunger.

It is hard to forget you when all my clothes smell just like you..
It is hard when you represent all men to me..

Would I cope with a society I live in even if its norms may not make any sense to me?
Yes, I would. I don't. But I should.
And you are right, I can totally understand your argument about personal freedom and your divine right to live a life only you is responsible for.
But you know what else is even more important?
Being loved and maintaining a good image among the group is!
Be it in you work. In the family. In the neighborhood. In your building. In the shops you regularly visit!
We are all dying to be embraced as we are. And I honestly never believed anyone who alleged they just don't care what others might be thinking of them because it is an undeniable human desire to want to belong, to want to be admired and praised and feeling like you are part of something whole.
Think about it, have you ever had to quit your job because you were not feeling morally appreciated? And suppose you didn't actually quit. Can you be absolutely decisive that, organizationally wise, it was not getting to you even a little when you didn't feel like you matter?
We crave to be recognized and valued! And it cuts our souls open when we don't receive it.

When Isa was born miraculously -by the act of God- without a father, virgin Mary was not so happily gloating her virgin birth she was rather terrified in terms of confronting terrible slanders and had to endure a brief but dramatic episode that was shortly resolved when the infant, spoke unexpectedly from the cradle, taking his Mother's defense and exonerated her from all blame!

And it's very dreadful to me to admit it but nobody really likes to be the black sheep, nobody really wants to astray!

The closest we've ever been is what would string us
... apart

Changes.

Who wouldn't wish to live their life to their sharpest potentials? Who wouldn't wish to fearlessly venture their days, good and bad with open heart? Who wouldn't wish to stretch themselves to be able to actively turn negatives of their past selves and lives into positives and only then become invincible? And yet, we don't. We hardly can adopt and nurture a positive inner dialogue, one that helps us grow and does not erode our confidence in our own voices and choices, one that won't be so savvy and weary after some or a lot of past let downs we might have dealt with, one that is stimulus to trusting in people and does not resign us for a lonely guarded and sore life. 

We all had days that seem like they will never end or weeks that seem like they will never end where you are so exhausted with the weight of pain that has colonized in your chest, and is almost withering your heartbeats. You are living in an old pattern or in draining memories of a loved one that passed away or in a heartbreak of a boy or girl you loved with all of your heart, and your emotional pain is so intense as if it's hurting you physically, let alone excruciating your brains and ridding you off living the present and giving up fully to it and enjoying making a new past's future out of it.

But then again we are faced with a choice. And there's no escape, we are responsible and there's no escape, and midst the hassle we tend to forget it and throw our hands up. But, fortunately, we are responsible and are always left with a choice; It is either you passively wait for things to correct themselves, await the skies push their fury aside and reasserts its sovereignty and buoyancy or you could suck it up and accept it as the normal and make the hard efforts it takes to be in charge of your own well being. Life is tough and you got to suit up, you got to fight everyday of your life. You know it through to your bones that nothing is going to come easy to you.

My point is we are constantly growing, and growing basks in pain. Sometimes it is hard to comprehend how an awful experience of a magnitude pain can be of any good for us, but it is, and you have to take your bad moments and learn to understand the teaching moments out of them. It might take a big stretch to realize that everything happens for you and not to you, it might require a ridiculous deal of courage for a leap of faith to staying at the bright side of your problems but it's going to be worth it and five or six years down the line you surprisingly become a better version of yourself.  

Remind yourself that your struggles are part of the big chain of universe, you are not alone in anything you do or feel or wish. We are part of a greater whole. Each one of us is an energy rippling through one field –the vast universe- everything we experience and everything we know is part of that field. Decide on how would you like the impact of your energy on the domain.  

Shelter

All the pressure they weigh on your shoulders to exist.
''I don't want to exist'' she said
I want to be a pale skin and words would blush my cheeks. I don't want to exist until I sweep the dust off my head. Until the sky is filled up with my soul for my heart does not know calenders, nor the passing of time. All the schemes of aging and forged race over the world was never my thing. My heart yearns and it feels right and subtly good for a pumping muscle to yearn.''
''But you will crash.'' they tell her.

'I crashed, I bent and broke my feet while I was spinning, doing my ballet with strangers. I feel more connected to them when they dance with me or even watch me dance, closer to them than my closest family.  But I broke my feet, I screamed, let me spin.. Let me spin.. Alas, my body kept failing me. They consoled me because they know there's an angel that is keeping me safe from a perilous show. And sometimes you can't see from all the light that is coming out of you. Yes, sometimes, light is blinding too. And sometimes my devils scare me.. But what a small price you pay them for the sly twists they do to detour the wheel of your life, you can't take the opposite direction for this will be futile and also boring.' She says with a confident smile.


''I love your fragility'' Isaac noted
''And I wish we could meet all over again'' She said.

If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him or her the answer to the question. If you don’t know anyone, call the operator and tell him or her. Most people don’t know that the operator has to listen, it is a law. Also, the postman is not allowed to go inside your house, but you can talk to him on public property for up to four minutes or until he wants to go, whichever comes first.
— Miranda July