ELARMO FATIMA

But I have lost myself in a million other people. I’m no longer fluent in my own language. I’ve consumed so many dreams that weren’t mine, I don’t recognise the hunger of my own longing.

This isn’t freedom. It’s erosion. This is the slow disintegration of self beneath the illusion that we can be anything, everything, all at once.

I mourn strangers I nearly loved; left behind in unread messages. Because what if , there’s someone else; gentler, funnier, easier, more aligned with me just one scroll further?

Before our feet touch the earth, our eyes have already wandered into someone else’s world. We didn’t notice when we stopped living and began watching others. We’ve become spectators of everyone and participants in nothing of our own.

People with soft hearts often give the most, and ask for the least. But somewhere along the way, we have to realize that being good doesn’t mean we have to settle for someone who isn’t.

If we’ve been taught that we have to earn affection, we start to believe that love is something we constantly need to prove ourselves worthy of. And so, we chase, we overgive, we tolerate. Not because we are weak, but because we’re used to thinking that love should feel a little bit like pain.

when we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.

There’s a quiet solace in believing that what’s meant for you will never pass you by

"Of all the ways there are to lose a person, death is the kindest" - Ralph Waldo Emerson