solitude – the greatest form of love.
I just feel like if only I could see the stillness in every moment. If only I could stop rushing—on the way back home, on the way to college. If only I could take my meals more slowly, feel every breath filling my lungs. If only I could just lay in bed and gaze at the rooftop. If only, when I speak, I do so with calmness. If only I could let go of all the hurry in my life. Then, I guess, that would be my dream life.
I have realized how much I love being at home, how much I love being at peace. I have recognized the moment when loneliness starts to merge with solitude. I have realized that the greatest form of love I could ever find in this world is the love I hold for myself. I have found solace and serenity in every passing moment—to be in it fully, with open eyes and an open heart, to not worry about the future, to not dwell in the past.
What a life to live. What a life. A life I am living right now.
I’m happy for me. I’m happy for myself.
–2025 February
Comments
Post a Comment