An Arch to Build Upon

We're all afraid of something, and knowingly or unknowingly, we try to compensate for it with something else. We direct our attention elsewhere, focus on other things. We attempt to accommodate with other distractions. But the truth is, none of those distractions can be permanent.

But then again, I'm the kind of person that tends to see the cup half full. So, "when one door closes, another opens". I like to think of it as when one door closes, a thousand others open. Opportunities are everywhere, and they're endless; it's just a matter of capturing them.

When we become comfortable, it makes it even more difficult to let go of the ease and attempt for something greater. After all, isn't that what life is all about? As terrifying as it can be to let go of the familiar for the mere possibility of some thing more, we're supposed to continue to grow, learn, experience. We're supposed to accomplish things larger, better, greater than the ones before. It's what we strive for, what we live for.

"You can't climb to the top if you don't start at the bottom."


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Miles to Go

There is always going to be something we're not quite sure of, some kind of doubt, some insecurity. What, or who, gets us past these are the people and things we know we can always count on. Whether it's your best friend, family, faith, or even a hobby, we all have something to turn to. What happens when you find that you are no longer able to count on them?

What happens when you realize that the people, places, things, and activities that once brought slight peace and happiness no longer do. Instead, you find yourself irritated and annoyed because things simply don't feel right. Nothing feels right. Are we just supposed to wander aimlessly until we finally find something that provides us with a glimpse of the same comfort that we're used to? Or do we force ourselves to love the newly found discomfort because we don't know who/what else to turn to?

As much as I'd like to blame the whole rest of the world, it's perhaps more rational that it's something I'm going through and not everyone else. Perhaps a phase that is leading to a new transformation?

Never Mine to Hold

Honestly, I haven't been content in a very, very long time. There is always something going wrong, something missing. They say that happiness is being able to look through the imperfections. However, some things are pretty damn hard to ignore. But it's also true that lately, I have had some small moments of true happiness and peace within myself. Those aren't always easy to come by. Anything from going to Jamatkhana (place of worship for Ismaili Muslims) to a nice lunch with the best friend. The simpler things I suppose.



Moments where I have felt comfortable, secure. Safe in the arms of someone I care about who I know cares about me just as much. I'm a thinker, an analyzer. I like tags, labels, and clear-cut definitions. Unfortunately, life isn't all black and white or right and wrong. It's about what's right for you, what's right at the time, what makes you happy. And all you can do is go with the flow and hope that slight feeling of happiness or contentment lasts.



A wise person once said to me that there are certain people who we never really lose feelings for. We just forget about the feelings, but as that person works their way back into our lives, the feelings do as well. Sounds accurate. Perhaps, they never really go away, they just get buried under newer thoughts, feelings, and distractions. Who knows.