There is a lot to say
I guess there is a lot to write, there is a lot to say, there is a lot to whisper, and there is a lot to remember. I feel like an ocean waiting for a person to dive in and explore my deepest mysteries. Not only that, but I have filled myself with thousands of different ideas, thoughts, and feelings, that still yearn for a guest to visit them. I think there is a lot inside me that still tries to look for words to be eloquent and articulate, as if there’s a truth that I have hidden, waiting for it to be revealed.
"What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought."
—Akif Kichloo
Why can’t I find words to express what I feel? Why is it so hard for me to be me? The burden of this thought keeps getting heavier while I hold on to the Arm of the Lord.
The words, to me, are more than an abstract medium, they are like a companion who would just give me ears, not to validate or sympathize, but just listen, or feel what I need to say. But it’s so tough to find them.
I hold firmly to the belief that half of our problems could be solved only if we could share them, share how we feel, and share what we need. Words can break or conquer hearts, they can be a friend or an innocent enemy, while coupled with feelings, they hold all the strength in the world to sculpt your dreams into reality. Feelings are never meaningless, you never know how many people you helped, only because they found a friend in you, who resonated with them. There is still a lot to say that I’m feeling right now, but it makes me happy to think that out there, there is a person who feels exactly the way I do.
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