I build. I break. I love. I berate.
When birds build a home, they travel far… far away to distant lands. They fly to the highest branch of their favorite tree, only to find a void left unhealed, just for them.
How do you know if you weren’t shying away from healing that one last wound in your heart in the wait for your person to come back home and caress it?
Someone once called love the greatest healer of all times. Years later, poets began writing verses about how love broke them. So, is love a beautiful irony that breaks you and heals you in the same moment, or do we admire our scars so much that breaking away from them is the kind of bereavement we can’t take?
Four walls, two windows, and a heart. That is all it takes to build a home. Then why does it feel a little less complete in the absence of someone to share it with?
People are lonely. Their hearts are lonelier. Smiles, sadness, storms, or suns; they need someone to share them all with. But then, they fear- what if that one hand that they want to hold for the rest of their lives chose to part ways one day?
Well, there is nothing scarier than fear itself. It can make you fight demons that weren’t even at war with you in the first place. It can make you lock the door that could have taken you to your bliss. It makes you believe that every person who has your back will stab you one day. It can make you change paths right before you were about to catch the road back home.
Why would you want to make friends with something that keeps you away from home? Why leave hands only because you fear they won’t keep their promises?
Why not love fearlessly…. like a wanderer would? The one who knows he is to part ways one day, no matter how far that day is?
No matter how scared you are, bring comfort to your heart, and make it feel safe to love again. No matter how many times you had to leave hands you didn’t want to, find the courage to hold another, just for one more time.
No matter how many times your nest was broken down to shambles, build again, only because you deserve its warmth.
And lastly, no matter how many times fear made you turn the wrong corners, take the road back home. Embrace your homecoming.
– Gauri Walecha