Don't tell me to live.
Don't tell me that 'just surviving' is bad.
Don't tell me that I'm wasting my talents,
pouring them down the drain.
Don't tell me I could have achieved the heights I've always dreamt of.
Don't tell me that I could have done all that I was meant for.
Don't tell me that I have talents I didn't explore.
At the least, don't tell me I can't do them anymore.
Don't tell me surviving is wrong.
Don't tell me 'living' is what I should have aimed for.
Please don't tell me that in a world, where every man wakes up to survive somehow,
in that very world, I have wasted my talents by choosing to do the same every time.
Do you think I don't know,
Do you think I don't rebuke myself every night,
Do you think I don't wish my life was perfect,
A life where I did everything I wanted to and despite that, returned to the quiet.
Don't tell me my wandering brain won't let me achieve what I want,
you have no idea how much I control it.
And don't tell me my heart I can't decant,
Cause I've waited 24 years for it.
But mostly, don't tell me "you didn't try your best"
Cause every morning I wake up with this thought & admonish myself every night.
Cause surviving somehow is what I do best,
it is what is keeping me alive.
-Shubhangi Agarwal
When I came across this on Tumblr you told me that it is roughly written.
I could not comprehend why anyone would publish a rough draft, but this right here is raw emotions.
More power to you woman!
it is what is keeping me alive."
Really puts into words what I've been feeling these past few years. Im not incompetent, I'm just surviving in a world full of competition.