Life is a FEELING

 It’s something I never experienced,

but I know this now —

everything in life happens for a reason.

Every tear that slipped from my eyes,

every pain my heart dragged through the nights,

every voice screaming inside my head…

they were not punishments.

They were samples,

small lessons

that slowly shaped who I am

and why I’m still living.

I didn’t understand it back then.

Twenty-six days ago

I was drowning in panic,

overthinking every breath,

fighting storms no one could see.

I didn’t know what was happening to me.

I just… existed.

Moving through days like a shadow

carrying a trembling heartbeat.

But now —

I realise something simple,

something freeing:

I am not special.

I am human.

And that itself is a blessing.

A foundation.

A place to stand and say,

“This is who I am.

This is why I’m alive.”

As a writer,

as an aspiring poet,

I want to tell my inner child this:

Life is not a ball floating in a river.

Life is a feeling.

You must feel it —

deeply, painfully, beautifully.

Cry.

Break.

Betray.

Regret.

Heal.

Start again.

Every emotion that feels “too much” today

will reveal its reason tomorrow.

And you will understand

why you were meant to feel it.

That’s life, da.

But then I ask myself —

without me, what is life?

Without you, what is life?

Life is not separate from us.

Life is us.

Like a seed growing

with cracks, rain, storms,

and still becoming something.

And every individual

is just a thought in motion,

a story becoming itself.

There is no absolute good or bad —

just different points of view.

To some you are a blessing,

to others you are a mistake.

It doesn’t matter.

The only thing that matters

is how you are living.

It’s not about what you did for me,

or what you did for the world.

It’s about what you are doing

to yourself.