Sometimes, a segment of isolation is acceptable. No matter how long that isolation takes but it sure brings about a change whose analysis is just up to you. You may consider it as a normal break or a way to re-think your ways.
This is something I could realize after taking a year’s break from writing. A break which wasn’t a conscious one but just a re-scheduling of life. This one year brought a whole new world within it, a kind which wasn’t expected at all. I figured out the importance of being myself amid a lot of different aspirations, ideas, behaviors and so on. But this definition of ‘myself’ is never constant and keeps on fluctuating with an addition of each new experience.
Every dimension of my life saw a new phase, usually, a rough one before the best could knock the door. Family, health, career, love life and so on, all of it is still under some drift but now I am no more aversive to these change of paths and this thought process brings me here again. Imagine how the world would be without any ups and downs. The diverse range of expressions would never have been in to bring color to the essence of being.
After a year of getting a new skin after every downfall, there is this one area I wish could fall into the place meant for it. That is how love is, it is inevitable from our senses. Just like an essential organ which one can never rip off with force. It is tender and needs affection.
No matter how deeply hurt you are, don’t be scared to feel this beauty again. Someday, you will find your spot in the crowd of feelings and mixed emotions.
Try and be in love because hate is just a burden to bear.