Love feels like that new beautiful outfit. Looks so dashing, soft, and appealing. I wore it with pride and walk with confidence, promising myself I will take utmost care and never let it stain, ripped, or ragged. I kept my promise. Took the utmost care for a long time, until I observed a stain. Tried to clean it, rub it. The stain did get away leaving behind a rip. Now I got busy putting patches. To feel confident again, loved again, I developed my vision to see the beauty behind patched within. But no matter how much I cared, with time it found its way to get ragged.
I feel obliged to that old attire. It helped me travel back to the time of infinite possibilities, magic, and care. I am scared if I let it go, my good times will be gone too. My promise will be broken. But the more I cared the more it ragged.
I kept looking for a magic spell to turn my rags into the new one again. Once more wanted to go back in time, just like the old-times in magic and spells where love resides.
Until today, I realized that true love lies in me not outside of me.
The love feels now like skin, it wrinkles in time, shines in disguise, and get rotten in the end leaving it’s essence behind.
I now wear my skin aromatic
I now wear my skin with confidence
I now wear my skin with enchantment
Because now I realized, the previous love is an illusion created by the dependent reliance. I do have a place in my heart to still treasure that old attire. But I walk now, with the true love that lies within “my soul” and my skin is the new attire that I now wear which cannot be stained, ripped, or ragged.
I once again walk with confidence and pride, this time with independence and congruence.
11.11.20
