It's so easy to forget who we are, what we like and how much are we capable of loving people we are blessed with. We put things, ideas or perceptions of what's "perfect" before us and end up listing our happiness and peace of mind at the last. We forget that it's our soul we have to nurture and it's our soul, that is worthy of all the love that there is "We are a soul. We have a body." Look after both and never feel entitled to either. Never feel entitled to the love that you're given or the love that you give. Cherish it. Grow yourself, one day at a time.
Time and again it struck me How much I wanted to be called yours How much I wanted to fall more and more in love with you How much I wanted to address my soul as yours How much I wanted to absorb you through and through How much I wanted so little of me but so much of you How much my love for myself grew by loving you Time and again it struck me We were meant to be eachother's We were meant to be one and our souls, were meant to be crazy in love.
Who says this wasn't meant to be? You and I? The life that surrounds us or the cups of coffee we have or the trees that filter air for our lungs? Who says this wasn't written? The Sun, Moon and the The Stars are with you. The Universe pushes us against eachother. Why not believe, that this wasn't meant to be? You and I.
I never thought that I'd be blessed enough to have someone so close to me, so deep in my heart that I would no longer be mine but that person will be me; in my shadow, in my reflection, in the breathes I take or the beats that grace my heart. That I would think of him, first thing in the morning and thank God for him, before I thank him for another day he allowed me to live. That I would just need a thought of him to make me smile or a thought of him, to cry a river. That I would feel so lucky to have lived so far that I got a chance to love someone like him. That I would be honoured to call him mine, to call him my family. That I would finally receive the love I have craved for. That I would be able to feel him in the deepest corners and the narrowest nooks of my soul, laughing like a child and making my soul happy from within. That I wouldn't be able to put into words how he makes me feel and my little efforts like so, would be in vain. He would never know how much I have loved him or how much I will for the numbered days I have to spend in this Universe. He would never know that if he looked into my eyes, he would find himself for I am no longer mine. I'm his. He's me. I'm the love I give and he's the love I call mine.
In a world that's constantly making efforts to pull you down, judge you for the choices you make, rob you of your happiness & peace, disturb your sense of space, be someone who's kind and thoughtful for the people around. Be the one who smiles looking at the stars at night or at an old couple walking together, be the one who holds out doors for strangers and says "Thankyou" out of habit, be the one who's resilient to be genuine and honest, be the one who tries to calm people down and have a different perspective from million others. Be the one who loves and encourages others to love too. Don't be just another human in this ever-sprinting world. "Be your true self. Be the love you have in your heart and be proud, to carry that love around."
we try so hard to stay relevant, but the truth is, everything and everyone is replaceable (sometimes?).
often I feel like the universe has a dark sense of humor. tricking us into believing that we matter; while making a better younger version of ourselves to replace this fragile storyline in the very next moment.
but when you really think about it we are nothing but stardust of an old age molded by gravity, decaying again but never gone. and slowly remolding into something new.
you are special, (here at this very moment, even if you don't exist in the very next one.) when the universe stops for a second to breathe in all the chaos to breathe out a new life. (and maybe that is enough)