One month and two days into and this year has already proven that life is crazy. The first day itself was just a whirlwind of activity. Complete and utter madness spilling over till noon.
My revelations and deliberations. Life. Love. The connections I have made. The reconnections I have made.
The way your stomach drops when you find out that someone you love has a war inside of them. A war they may not win. But you help them. You fight with them. I've experienced that.
I've witnessed promises made between a woman and a man.
I've seen someone I love fall in love with someone who may not love them.
I've seen youth take on a maturity that overwhelms my own. I've seen a man dedicated to his wife. I have realised the importance of the relationships I have and have had in my life.
The importance of being positive and not allowing the dark clouds to infiltrate my mind.
They say your soulmate doesn't always have to be a romantic partner. And I agree. My soulmate is my partner in crime. My best friend.
They say you don't have only one soulmate. There is more than one whole orange out there. I've found three. Maybe a fourth. My anchor, my moon and my music.
I've let go. Let go of my anger. My misery. What happened was terrible and it shouldn't have happened. But now it's time to move on.
I want to say something about academics but I haven't been attending college much. Just been living life. I am excited for my masters. And the brilliant course I've found.
I've experienced the absurdity of life. The most amazing connection in the most inconvenient manner. But the beauty of it. The fact that these connections can transcend the real and can take us to a different realm altogether.
The inability to fall sleep and the anger generated in a single body. A rage that can tear people apart lest it be tamed. A day of pure white rage, shut down by a single sentence.
Blessed by the strength and incredible beauty of one of the more awe-inspiring women I have ever had the pleasure to meet. The woman who carried me in her womb is so much more than I ever realised.
I have seen a man’s devotion, a love that had never truly surfaced, until now. I have seen them show their affection and the diligence he has to make sure she is comfortable.
Connections have broken, fights have ensued. Harsh words and silent stares.
But I realized that in the end, you need to just live. Take matters into your own hand. Because you are the one who has been through it all, every single second, you have been there. There may be others who have supported you, but you are the only one who has been with yourself through it all. You are born with yourself and die with yourself. You are your own.
Even if nothing happens the rest of the year the past 33 days have been enough for a lifetime.
