The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance

The Warm Embrace of Self-Acceptance

It takes years to build your trust but it takes a moment, a simple rustle of words through the air, a singular action that dwindles the faith we have in someone. Life has always had its flair of shedding and unwavering our realities with the ones we need to embrace, of robbing us of the sturdy land of certainty and plopping us into the ocean of the unknown, stumbling us into the blatant truth of existential being, making us learning the lessons the hard way. While we may fight it or fight through it, at its dimwits we ought to accept the gospel truth, nothing stays the same. Every breath we draw, every tear that we shed, and every smile we dance with, is permanent in its impermanence, it is so immortal and yet so fleeting. Though time and tide wait for no one, the imprints of our joy and melancholy, the life that we lead through the memories that we create through experiencing our mortality for the first and the last time, become infinite savouries and scars that we hold on to, that change us and shape the way we lead ourselves and charge through the world.

The light that envelops us in its warmth and the darkness that hovers in its coldness, the dualities that confound us with the question, “ Am I enough? The introspection seems simplistic on the exterior yet unfolds a deeper nuance of the truest essence of one’s perception, How does one measure to be enough, an argument that embroils and enthrals me at the same time? But it unanswered fallacy still ponders in my mind, what metric equates to signifying our competence, what we are truly capable of? Does our academic excellence make us worthy or do the laurels that defy our excellence prove to be the implication of our brilliance? I wonder whether the need to have materialistic drawls encapsulates our joy in them or do we need them to feed the societal expectation of our radiating existence? If materialism in its fullest glory has its presence in most people’s lives, then why do true joy and mirth have lost their way into the dreariness of extravagance of display? The proportionality of materialism and true joy has always been a topic to be debated upon, as much we discuss the two entities, I believe the reality fosters to be subjective to one another.

The disparity between minimalism and extravagance is always belies to be two contrasting dualities that create a rift in the identity of how an ideal person should be. But the glaring truth lies to be one, what a person draws joy and excellence from distinguishes its nurture in every individuality we cross our paths with. While we call material joy and wealth a shallow display of exquisiteness and it may also be true, the fact of the matter lies that it is a matter of choice of how one decides to live their life. There is no rulebook on how one should write their story of life. You don't have to be the most extraordinary, most beautiful or the most talented to experience the most real beauty of life which is love, joy and true connection. It is okay if you wish to lead your life in a way that is different than the societal standard of how you should lead your life, it is okay if you want to rest and it is okay to not be okay. No one other than you should make sense of how you chose to narrate and hold your worth in your existence.

I truly believe in the end the truest sense of peace comes in accepting what works for you and doing what you think is right for you. I hope you realize that it is your life and you are its director, create an existence for yourself, by yourself, and with yourself.

In the elixir of your existence to be,

I hope you derive your sense of worth in the light that brings you eternal serenity.