Lately I wake up to soft rain pattering on my windows and the smell of damp furniture. I try to be grateful for it – the rain, the wind as I draw the curtains open to a grey overcast sky. Swollen with rainwater, about to burst open.
It’ll be a bit cringe to compare this to how we too break open when we’ve reached a limit – when we’re swollen with enough sadness to finally split open for a few minutes (or a good part of the night?). But nothing on this blog is cringe so I will be bold & leave this analogy for you to ponder over here.
I hope the weather in your part of the world is nice.
Once again, apologies for my sporadic presence on this blog. I’m in a phase of life where the part of me that used to pride itself on its emotional grit (from whence trickled all the posts on this blog) is sitting in a dark room doing cocaine & laughing to itself hysterically. So pray, forgive.
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You have several thousand doors inside you. Each guards a path that leads somewhere deeper. Every single person you’ve met has walked past this series of doors – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 …
Some open the first one, peer inside and leave. (phew)
Some go through doors after doors, opening locks gently, pausing after until they find the secret, smaller door, enter in there and lock themselves in. They know they are taken care of, no matter what. They never leave. You know they won’t.
Some knock their way through the 10th door & stand face to face with the smaller one. They pace around it for a while, almost taking the knob but they step back, take a final look and leave.
You watch for some time, then close all doors behind them.
Every time someone is not gentle with you – one door closes on them. When was the last time you closed a door on someone?
Who sits behind the smallest door of your heart?
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I have a complex relationship with my own company. There are stretches where I can sit by myself and be amused, excited, happy & content. Then arrive phases where you yearn for a presence. This sucks because it’s never wise to keep your joy in someone else’s hands. Because people are careless, often unknowingly.
The more I grow up, the less I demand what I really want. The only person I ever place the burden of wishes on is myself. She’s the only one who listens, knowing that she can’t fulfil all of them.
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In this frightening, frightening world – friends make us feel a little less helpless 🙂 Last month I felt a little less helpless because of a few friends & I’m very grateful.
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Amongst many sinking feelings in the world – one is the sudden pause of your mouth chewing a hearty meal when you hear something that breaks you. The split second of painful rush recedes & you’re back to doing what your body was meant to do – chew, albeit slower. Has this ever happened to you?
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Things I’m learning to make peace with (very poorly):
How I fantasised happy ever afters to be are not even close to how they actually are.
Most stories & poems are a lie.
You deal with most of your stuff by yourself. The idea that someone comes to shoulder things with you is a sham.
Loving yourself is the most important key to life. It is okay to learn to do that slowly.
People don’t love the same way you do.
Always, always keep your expectations low. That way you’ll never be disappointed.
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We are entering the second half of another year. Winters will arrive soon & so will your hopes of being coddled up in a warm room next to someone. Whatever your idea of comfort is, I hope you find it in August, if not, then in all the months to come. Please be gentle to yourself & always believe that you deserve the best and that you will find it.
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People have told me that they’re not a fan of my quieter side. They don’t like it when I’m brooding, grim, not the bright bouncing bundle of energy.
I don’t like myself this way either, good sir. When I sense myself getting quieter I go – ‘ah sh*t, here we go again.’
But hey, if I didn’t have these bouts of brooding, sulky, grey days – you wouldn’t have this blog. This wonderful public (but not so public) library of my deranged thoughts.
Here’s to grey days that keep seeing the sun in between. Hope this sun is a person in your life that brings you light when you need it the most – unsolicited because you never ask, do you?
Love always,
Your blogger.