Renaissance
I was tired and worn out. I had given too much to people, been too selfless in relationships. I was at the edge of falling off the wagon. That is when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There, I saw a young woman far matured for her age. Her eyes looked worn out but there was spark of wisdom there. There were creases on her forehead. It was from years of worrying about the people she loved. Her shoulders drooped slightly from carrying the weight of the world. When she saw me looking at her, her lips curved a little on one side and she broke into a smile. Not a smile that you see everyday when you wish someone good morning. Her smile told me that yes, her life was full of trying events and yes, she was tired but she was nowhere near giving up. When she hadn’t given up on people she loved how could she give up on herself?
She told me that she grew up listening to people talk about
She was unlearning other’s perceptions of her and learning her perception of self. It was not easy she said. But was pivotal. When she extended a hand to touch my hand, I felt the warmth of my mother, the courage of my grandmother, and the strength of every woman in my family. She is a woman who is fearless, fearless to shed tears, fearless enough to slay her demons. That is when I realized, that I was tired, not broken. That I fell down not gave up. That there was another day and another human to love!
Most crucial mantra of life- never to give up. Thanks for reminding me too to appreciate myself and I can relate to each and every word expressed. Namma amma Naagamma would be proud even if I wake up now, to be bold and assertive😜
Excellent story and with deep message for the reader too