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A Letter to My Bereaved

Dear Deprived This wasn't my ideal way of leaving.  I wanted to be in a glass vase; pink, purple and perhaps flavoured with chunks of silver. More  preferably, lathered with pearls of white all over. Quite expensive right? I also wanted all these people in black to dress in white. At least their hypocrisy would melt down and reflect an ambiance of benignity. So many hypocrites at one function! Oh my dear mother, be quiet please, it was beyond my control. I really wanted to make you proud. Prolly my lifeline. I was protecting you from my demons mah. The day I came late, did you catch a tinge of liquor smell in my breath? Did you? But who’d have thought. I was your pride. Those straight A’s Mama and absolute good behavior.

10 Effective Ways of Overcoming Guilt and How to Forgive Yourself

The tragedy of Macbeth tells the story of a Scottish General. Thane of Glamis. After a prophecy by three witches that he will one day be King. Thanes Kills the King and takes over to be  King of Scotland. Events that follow throughout the plot of Shakespeare’s masterpiece document the role of guilt in Thane’s subsequent actions. His murderous act haunts him throughout the play. The remorse, paranoia and regret of his blood stained hands stand in his way of enjoying his ill-fated kingship.  Guilt is neither simple nor nice. In fact, there is no easy way to escape the haunting of guilt. But like so many other emotional responses, guilt also possess healthy psychological developments. However, the overarching finality when it comes to remorse; is to take action or suffer in silence. The best action to take in such occasions is accept the transgression and seek forgiveness. Until then will you have the ability to cleanse your wrongdoing and forgive yourself. Perhaps in his portrayal of guilt in Macbeth, Shakespeare attempts to suggest that no matter how hard we try to hide the remorse of our wrongdoings - the effects are only ill-fated.

Mending My Walls

Over the years, I have stretched some loosely hanging dimensions way too far and overwhelmed myself with a feeling of impossibility. A feeling that doesn't escape me for one second. Sometimes when I’m not busy I try to check on it. The ego. The heart. The soul. Whether it  hurts and for quite an iniquitous moment of time, I hold on to my heart and  feel it’s there. The pain hasn't gone away. It has eaten into the cribs of my emotions and dragged with it my hopes and possibilities. Pushed me into a corner.