The last strain of thought that I have before the gentle voice guides me to stillness, goes somewhat like this—
“Upheavals come and go. There are days when we get swayed from our path and days when we find it easy enough to stick to it. No two days are the same. Through the ups and downs, the highs and the lows, we rise and fall, countless times, learning, and unlearning things that we perhaps never really consciously think about as we go about our lives…“
Calming my soul and shutting the incessant chatter in my head, the voice leads me to an oasis of peace and quiet—something that I’ve not had since I woke up to the sounds of the morning.
Now, I’m watching myself sitting by the edge of the sea…it is that beautiful twilight hour when day meets night in transit…I am watching the slowly fading light on the horizon, with dark grey clouds coming in to fill the patch of blue sky before me.
Just as I feel a sense of apprehension rising slowly within me, I tell my heart—no matter what comes, I must hold myself in light and hope and continue to feel empowered and positive. Let those dark clouds not weigh me down or take away my peace or calm or sanity. Let me not give in to the fears…I find great comfort in the thought that I can be that lighthouse that shines by the shores, even on a windy stormy night, to guide ships tossed by approaching storms…come what may, I hope, I wish I can be the light that shines through the dark night. That’s all I need to be right now. I need to be that light who lights up from within, when things around are no longer bright or hopeful. I manage to quell my fears…Relieved, I continue to sit calmly looking at the turbulent waters.
I am still. I am calm. I am in peace. I am strong. I am hopeful. I am me—Broken. Chipped. Imperfect. And incomplete. And yet, despite being all of that, trying to be that lighthouse by the edge of the choppy sea.
Written as part of our #SoulfulSunday freewriting exercise—a concept ideated by Vinitha, Shilpa and yours truly.