Dear Moon,
Its hard when you are caught in between things. You are in the middle of one of those suspended rope bridges on top of a river, seen on TV which everyone wants to cross, but it turns out that you are stuck. You cannot go forward because what awaits you is more horrifying than the rope under your feet. And you certainly cannot go back. So you stand their, holding onto the side of the bridge with all the strength that you can muster, hoping and praying that the bridge stays secure. And some miracle occurs.
I am caught in between life. I do one thing and the other suffers. And this between, its not a happy place. It is more of a temporary one.
Today, I realised something. That I do not need to be afraid. My biggest strength is standing right in front of me and I was oblivious to it all this time. I do not have to carry all that baggage with me. I do not have to be the bad person by talking back or talking about anything that I want.
All I have to do is be strong. Work hard and hold my ground on the things I love and the things I want to do.
Things are very simple. Its me who makes them complicated thinking about the consequences.
Here is the reality. I am not answerable to anyone. I am an adult. Okay, if you want to take it this way then the only person I need to consult in my decisions is my husband. And lets be honest, he is rarely going to have a problem with what I do with my life. If he is with me, the rest can go to an abandoned parking lot. I do not give a shit.
I am out of my parents jurisdiction. I am my own person now. So I should stop taking crap from all the other people in my life. And start paying attention. Thing is that no one will have a right to say anything if he is with me. So why the hell have I started caring so bloody much about it all ?
Why have I become such a tension freak ? Not every tiny detail is my fault. And I should stop taking it as that.
Yours always,
S
P.S. This is the moment where Abdullah realizes that he is screwed. But I am glad that I married the right person.
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