In the silence of the night, whispers of the conscious mind filled the air. It wasn't a bad day - I didn't go home with a heavy heart nor stormed in my room - didn't waste my tears- at last! It was something exceptional, wishful thinking overdosed my mind. I've been carrying this in my heart the whole day, "It's not about the surface others see, it's about what's inside that matters most. Who cares if you look miserable, as long as your heart is happy and your mind is peaceful." It doesn't happen most of the time. Hence, I treasure this kind of moment where I am seen by my own eyes. I'm not a stranger on my own body, finally, I see myself as someone worthy of genuine smiles.
I didn't hate me today, no hint of despise nor self destruction. I'm fumbling for a second, I'm not used to being gentle with myself but this time I won't argue - feeling lighter than a feather, it feels surreal. Perhaps , I opened my eyes towards the truth. Now, there is an acceptance of the uncontrolled reality. I don't need to be perfect to be happy.
I'm certain that in the middle of the night, worries will creep in. But I'm wiser this time, now well equipped with the necessary paraphernalia for the battle between me and my overthinking. I know when I pray to God and He hears me, I win.
Rain
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