The month’s left us and with it the passing of reflection and solitude. Its been a prolonged, drawn out fight and the past month has been kind. Peace had been elusive, slipping out of grasp at every turn. The void was filled with sources of anesthesia, hastily picking at straws banking on choosing the shortest way out.
Consistency of the daily grind, the wedge of time and distance leads us to forget, forget others and their tales at navigating through the unfathomable workings of life. As we herald in Syawal, its time to bridge lost ties, reconnect, reinvigorate malaise spirits, forgive and be forgiven for times that we faltered and thank dear ones whom we have borrowed shoulders and showered us with love, hoping that we can repay them with ours.
So forgive the selfish, the non-existence, the non-commitance, the forgetting, piercing words, the unspoken thoughts, the envy, the expectations, the falling short of expectations, the breaking of promises.
If the essence of being is love,
Being present is being love,
For love is how and why life is.
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