18.1.20

#84 || "You are what you love, not who loves you back."


my baby versace-on-the-floor, versace-in-the-sky, c'est pour toi .
 


Once upon a time, secrets were the propellant to my existence. I believed that enigma and mystery would make me magnetic and then I wondered why I felt so lonely. One of the most significant alterations I made to my mindset was to never underestimate the power of communication and honesty and diplomacy. It is in my innate nature to withdraw, to resent and encourage indifference. But the moment I became the individual who would initiate and wait for a response than expect a prompt from the other, my life became considerably more interesting.

I think I forget that in this very moment, I am the most evolved that I have ever been before. Even if for every three steps forward it seems I take four steps back, even if I find myself weeping over the same woes time and time again, even if one time out of ten I forget to bite my tongue and recklessly release all sorts of cruelties and criticisms to the hearts that can't handle it ::: it doesn't mean this life was all for nothing, it doesn't mean I am the incompetent pond scum that I think I am. Remember that this life is a ride not a race; it is a crusade not a contest and you have your whole life to make your dreams come true.

The moment you leave your doom to destiny, you've already lost ( but not forever, everything can be transitory! ). We are the world we want to live in and we are the love that makes magic transpire. The moment you are blindsided to the soul behind the (re-)actions that broke your heart and would keep you awake at night, the moment you forget the innate good in the greater number of human beans coexisting on this planet, the moment you rank your own woes and worries ahead of others, it becomes all too  easy to fall down a rabbit hole.    

You are allowed to feel however you do and you need not apologise for something mattering more than you believe it should. The intangibility of feelings and emotions and thoughts are just as valid as the tangibility of scars and destruction and devastation. So, be the friend you wish you had and overlove how you overthink and be kind. You'll feel so much better, I pinky swear.


love always,
Afifa.