Love Thyself

Being with thoughts of just myself not only makes it silent but much less chaotic as well for me. It makes me foresee myself on each move I make and each thought I mother. It makes me contemplate that that the actions I make, the decisions I want to reach to, the amendments I seek in myself, the speeches that I make, the criticism that I carry, the fight back I intend to do, the colors I want to add, the plans I make, the places I want to visit, the dreams I wake up with and well the list is myriad just like breaths I take each day – all of it is for myself and for rising on the mount I have put for my climb. It’s a race of me against me. It’s amazing how I want to pick up ideas around the world and apply those to myself leaving everyone around in astounded. In those wide opened amazed eyes and perplexed expressions, I tend to lose myself. That proves I am a human because it is very human aspect. I get swayed away by the appreciation I receive, I climb to the platform of flipping my thoughts, speeches, dreams, acts, plans, paths in an attempt to seek acknowledgement, flood of appreciation, acceptance and approval of the onlookers. This, exactly this is the crossing which I have visited several times until now. It has lead me stranded in middle of the road earlier and yet again. Then a passer by blow my nose with thumping punch and I get hurt. I bleed and with my flowing thick blood platelets of approval, appreciation, acknowledgement and acceptance move down the drain. Heavy rains wash my face, I feel fresh, winds blow across my hair strands and curls of my hair kiss my neck. I have never felt love more pure than this. Love of myself, for myself, pulping out from me, enriching the core of my heart, like morning wind chimes singing the choir. This love is sustainable, faithful, positive, shining, virgin and gentle on my soul. It questions me for my wrong doings and smiles at me for my passionate efforts. This love is always rational and with directions in its path. It never generates feeling of vulnerability or demands. It’s for me, just for me, possessed by me. I take pride in this love, pride in loving thyself.