fortheSoul

 How beautiful is this word: RELY. To rely and to be able to be relied upon is one of the most wonderful feelings in this universe, I believe. We all love, but we are also scared of it, scared of how we may overburden someone with it, or be overburdened with someone’s love. To love means to let go, but to let go is tough, it is difficult to not expect and to just be. Isn’t it? At least I found it so, thinking how can I just let go of it all and be; and if I am mindful of it I am lost in the calculations of the same. Calculations are a spiral, aren’t they? Is this enough, or maybe too much, I hope it isn’t too soon, or maybe I am taking time and what not. It is a never-ending debate in the mind, a conversation with no conclusion and more importantly such a draining one. So how am I supposed to love and be there in that bliss is what I always asked myself. I am a giver, but to categorize and give in proportions makes me lose myself. How can I love and not lose myself? How...

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 ...