Resilient Reflections

  A storm-born reflection of sorrow, stars, and surrender There rose a storm not seen by eyes, not traced on maps, nor named by men — a cyclone curled in silent skies, that tore my soul from where it’d been. No trees it felled, no roofs it threw, but deeper still — it crushed my air. My breath was drowned, my sight withdrew, and faith lay gasping in despair. O Celestial Sea! O swirling void! Where gods once churned for nectar sweet — You churned my will , till hope destroyed, lay shattered, sobbing at Your feet. I searched for signs, for whispered thread, for stars to blink a secret cue. But all the charts and what they said — were drowned in waves too dark to view. Till slowly, in that astral tide, a glimmer moved through Saturn’s gaze — not comfort, but a guide inside that bade me act , not just appraise. The whirlpools formed from pain I fed, from dreams unmet and deeds undone. Yet through the math of stars, I read a path — not golden but begun. I am ...

Have you ever found yourself in a dark corner of life and said, "Now I know who will really stay with me"? I have. It’s one of the most common things people say during tough times. We feel betrayed. We feel abandoned. We watch the silence of others and wonder why the people we once trusted have disappeared. But today, I want to offer a gentler lens. Not everyone who distances themselves from you in your hard times is betraying you. Sometimes, they’re just carrying their own battles—quietly, painfully, privately. When we are drowning, we often reach for whoever is floating nearby. We cling. We expect. We sometimes unconsciously demand love, presence, and reassurance from those who may not have the strength to offer it. It’s not that they don’t care. It’s just that they are also trying to stay afloat in their own storm. Everyone, at the end of the day, lives with their own dreams, fears, wounds, and priorities. People are not inherently bad. People are just... human. Most ...