Douglas Coupland once said… “The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.”

I remember a time when I was also looking into the far to find what’s near, a time when beauty was something I needed to search for, a time when love needed to be earned, a time when I was a concept of the past and not the now, where the future held the answers, and I didn’t laugh about that, when I thought I didn’t need friends, didn’t need help, didn’t want help.

It was a time when I thought I knew, and I didn’t; a time I ran forward but ran backward; a time when there were only miseries… and it was the time I grew the most.

It was a beautiful time, it is a beautiful time, it will be a beautiful time.

The pain is real, and it’s so beautiful, it’s the pain of a child that feels it in their bones as they grow.

The kind of pain that makes you laugh and cry at the same time.

The fear is real, and it’s so scary—at the end of the tunnel, it’s only us that’s left, and nothing of the past matters, which we gave so much attention to.

The tears are real, and so are the laughs.

They fill our hearts and empty our buckets of misery.

And once we dry our tears, we fill the bucket again and again and again… until we see, we feel, we love what we are—not how, not where, and not who we believe or know ourselves to be.

It’s all so beautiful, all of it.

It’s a dance, a riddle, a mystery—even if the footwork is crappy, it’s still a dance when we feel the melody of living. And we do… every day.

Namaste
Armaan