Are you okay
Without being, okay?
Or you so convinced
That you are healed
When you are really not
Life is too fast
To stop and realize
Maybe you need to be gentler with yourself
Be easy on yourself
The axe forgets but the tree remembers
it’s an African proverb
Wound cuts and healing take time
Maybe the scars of wounds will engulf you
surround you
darken your perspective
and maybe you will need to look back
and understand that all the issues and problems you had
All the never-ending complaints
Maybe they were there because of the healing you never got.
You never spent time on noticing the wound.
You were busy ignoring, neglecting it
You didn't stop.
You never took a break.
Your wounds damaged you
They still bleed.
So, no matter what
How busy you are
Or no matter how long your to-do list is
Make sure you are healed
You are at peace
You are no conflicted
And you are grateful for everything you have
And all your loved ones
Then maybe your everyday tasks can become
More easy
more simple
more enjoyable
And life will seem like joy ride
It will be less draining
Because with a grateful heart
And a positive attitude
Everything can happen.
Kindness makes wonders.
Be kind to yourself too.
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zaineb abrar
Economist/Writer/Mother/Pakistani/Muslim
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