I find myself throughly excited whenever I feel like writing. When I have a thousand thoughts I would love to put into words that are somewhat comprehensible. I’m checking in today not at midnight but as the sun bids goodbye for the last time this week.
I found myself taking some time off work as I got back from a crazy 5 days in Seoul. I’ve almost forgotten how it feels like just laying in bed, enveloped by the warmth and comfort of my sheets. Well, I did invest in insanely smooth linen and it’s crazy how I only felt the immense pleasure of enjoying it now. But hey, that’s not the point of this thoughtpost.
I hope you are well. Yes, you. I know many of you guys turn to these posts when you are not feeling too optimistic. I’m glad these posts bring you some sort of comfort. A temporal respite perhaps. I hope these posts bring you a ray of light while knowing that light shines the brightest amidst darkness. For without, we wouldn’t understand the concept of light.
Do you remember how easy it was to fall in love. To be free of all fear, to be vulnerable, to be throughly happy? I remember that feeling.
I’ve been hearing stories from people I love. Stories laced with heartache and unanswered questions. Struggling to make sense of a reality that you refuse to comprehend. How it’s starting to dawn on me that maybe in this day and age there is no such thing as true love. Maybe we are all just jaded and disappointed. Maybe we are all broken beings who are stuck in a ring of cause and effect instead of selflessness and grace. Have we been looking for love in all the wrong places or have we been taught that love meant so much more than just being true. Are we supposed to be conditioned to believe that love is overrated in this crazy world we call home.
We’re hopeless romantics, all of us. Some more so than others. I refuse to believe that anyone would give up on a chance to be loved – To be loved well. But it seems like life often throws you into the paradox of being for and against love. You seem to be shuffling between healing, believing, breaking, healing, believing and breaking. Sometimes you ask yourself why do you still go through the motion of things. Sometimes you make up your mind to embrace solitude. But you are built to be resilient beyond your imagination, you fall back into the cycle once again with renewed faith.
I hope with this thought, you find your keeper of hearts. A safe haven that would one day bring you the peace you so long for. A kind of love that would stand the test of time and the elements of life. The kind of love that would understand your heart’s vulnerable whispers. I hope you know that you are only human and you are not made to be perfect. I hope that you learn to be kind to yourself. To be unafraid to fail, learn and wear your flaws on your sleeves. To know that someday, someone would keep your heart safe for as long as you both shall live.