fortheSoul

We’re chasing, you and I, all of us. We’re chasing the dreams, the ideal lifestyle, the perfect skin or body, or just something. We’re hustling, doesn’t have to be physically each day or each time, but in our minds, we constantly are! This constant run feels exhausting, it feels as though my soul is slowly pulling away. But I don’t want to leave, not yet at least is what I say to myself. I don’t know why I am not able to pull back from the hustle, lean towards the calm, the peace and the silences. I know for sure that all this chasing isn’t going to lead me there, but I still go on. I’m trying to keep the chase on, but then I know in this dark tunnel that I am chasing and that I am engaged in this spiral. But I also seek for the light, the light at the end of the tunnel. The end of the tunnel is the light that I know I seek, but I haven’t yet found the courage to go that way. Today, right now all that I have is the slightest hope that somewhere deep down I do have the...

  How beautiful is this art of storytelling, what a wonderful use of words and voices, isn’t it? On that rainy day, over a warm cup of coffee you told me your story. I’ve known you for a while now, I’ve known that you like your coffee bitter, I’ve known that you love to read, I’ve also known what you’d call your perfect day; but your story told me so much more. Your story told me the journey you’ve had until the day we met, what made you the version of you that I meet today. How mesmerizing is it all, I say to myself and thank the universe for it all. I know now my dear, I hear you and I love you even more. For us to be together, we need to be vulnerable, we need to talk, we need to express, we need to lend a hand and hold each other. But most importantly, we need to stand by each other. You’ve let go of it all and so did I. We’ve heard each other, but we don’t hold on to any of it. We’ve heard each other and we’ve let go of it all. We know each other now, it is not to ...

  PC: Erkin Yılmaz When times were tough, I always stood waiting for it to pass. Through all storms I prayed for the light to come, for the rain to go away. So did I pray when there was pain, for the suffering to end, for the misery to end. I wished no harm, but just prayed for it to pass, for light to shine and for the ache to end. It took a while, but each time it did end, in its own form and time, but it did end. Once the calm was back, once the suffering had ended, I felt empty for a while. It was definitely what I prayed for, but the light also brought along the silence. It felt different, it felt strange to feel light and also to deal with freedom. I prayed for her pain to go away, I wished for her nights to be peaceful, I wished for her to smile again. Oh! I just for my grandma to feel whole again. Today, I see her chair empty, my heart aches to see this emptiness. It’s a big puzzle, my mind doesn’t know how to process this absence, but then again, the ...

  The Wildflower and the Butterfly. Picture Cr: Google images   In the middle of nowhere, in the chaos of life and amidst all the so many other things I found you, my oasis. You were my oasis in this big world, a safe haven, my abode, my grandma. I believe we were destined to find our way to each other at a point where silently our worlds started getting isolated. We were not lonely, but we started to feel unrelatable to others, with our own fights, our own battles in that moment, no matter how big or small they seem today, those battles meant a lot then. We grew closer naturally and I think that gave us strength to face our battles head on. Your wisdom and my youth are what we lent each other, that was our barter to rely on each other through days or nights that felt endless. We were surely under the same roof ever since I was born, but we were strangers until we did find each other.   You had this shield of strength around you that most couldn’t see th...

  Like a wall, you stood there strong and tall for me always. Like a tree, you gave me shelter and protection always. It is strange that none of us like to say it out loud, but dad you are the love of my life. In our silences, we have shown our love, in our smiles we have shown our joy. I’m grateful, there are bits of me that are like you, I’m grateful that in some ways I carry you. I am you, in ways I already know of and so many that I am not aware of, what a beautiful bond. Thank you, dad, for letting me tumble, letting me fall and letting me know that I need to carve my path with you alongside. P.C. Soosh You are my lighthouse dad, always standing tall and looking out for me, No matter how bad the storm is, no matter how strong the winds are, no matter what, you’ve been there. Words can’t describe what we share and what we’ve built, but all I can tell you today is: Let us share the love through our silences, let us show the care though our actions and now, ...

  There is a certain period of stillness that comes in life, this stillness comes around after it's all the happened . This stillness is what confuses you, makes you think whether you’ve done things right, or what went wrong, or could you have done something better and a zillion other things. To dream I believe is easy, at least for me it was and still is, dreaming is easy, dreaming is hopeful, dreaming is strength and it brings along a beautiful kind of grace around you . You glow differently. Once you have a dream, once you know what you are doing and slowly notice that you are moving towards your dream, the rest falls into place. There's no other way it could have happened for you, don’t forget you worked for it, every bit of it and yes, there has been this period of stillness that maybe was for too long and made you forget all about your hard work. But this still doesn’t scope out the fact that you, yes you did everything. It was you who put in the very last ounce ...