i saw something shiny

also, i’m back!

I actually never intended on not posting for over a month. In fact, I had drafts upon drafts ready for me to hit publish on. My creativity and enthusiasm for writing were at an all time high.

However, life offered me its hand—and who am I to deny it a dance?

Once upon a time, I felt as though I carried the weight of a thousand yesterdays within my bones—the hefty memories etched into their marrow. It seemed as though my deep pitted sorrow had won over the favour of gravity, and so, down I was dragged.

Long story short, I’ve been through some shit.

But in weathering the storms that I have, it’s revealed a beauty that is profound. The imperfections gleaming with a sort of deep tenderness that curls up into your soul and warms you from within.

Life has eroded my worldview, yet in that erosion emerged a deeper clarity. I now see beauty and value in the ordinary and in the mundane. The deep fragility of life that was once a source of fear is now the reason that I cherish every single moment that it spares me. Rather than being something I’m guaranteed or owed, life has revealed itself as something fleeting—something precious beyond measure.

And so, when life offers me its hand, I take it.

I bonded with my family, my friends, myself. I basked in the sun that had made its way from behind the clouds. I read new books and poems. I went on walks with absolutely no destination in mind, and I thought.

I thought a lot—and when I think, I write. I wrote a lot. Like, a lot a lot. About something and then nothing, and then something again. I wrote in different styles about different things. I wrote about the trees, about joy, about sunspots, and about sorrow.

I was but a vessel that’s only job was to soak up all the joy that life had graciously offered me.

And now I find myself sitting on my bed, the muted rays of the sun peeking from behind my curtains—thumbs moving across the screen as I type out this post, feeling so very human.

I relish in that feeling though. Because writing, like being human, is messy and uncertain. It’s the process of translating your deepest emotions into words. To write is to reveal something that is so deeply us—our need to understand and to be understood.

Alright, yap time over. I’m back! What, you thought you were getting rid of me that easily? I’m quite stubborn, blame my Dad for that.

But yes, your girl is back—and I haven’t come empty handed! I have something pretty cool lined up for you all that will be rolling out soon, so be ready!

I’ll end this off with a quote from a notes app entry I wrote at 3 in the morning;

“Sometimes I’ll be sitting with my loved ones and nothing particularly exciting is happening. Or I’ll be out for a walk in nature. Or I’ll just be sitting in my room. But then out of nowhere, I’m filled with such a warmth that forces all thoughts out except for one; “Oh, this is why I’m alive.”.

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That’s all from me for now, until we meet again.

Mahadsanid for reading,

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