Buddha rightly said, "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth." Many uncountable moons later a woman grappling with life and its hardships during the Victorian age wrote, “If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.” She was Charlotte Brontë. And both were talking about the importance of truth in a deceitful world where people are not what they seem. They were also talking about self love that leads to self healing. Most ignorant people would relate self love to narcissism but when was coming home to yourself such a bad thing? The pain that you feel has a heart and it is okay to let your inner self know that even though you do not have control over what is happening outside of you, you have the irrefutable responsibility to love yourself. One day, perhaps, it will not be too late to heal yourself by telling your story. One day, perhaps, someone somewhere will read your story and say, "my ritual of shame ends here, I am coming home to myself." Wouldn't that be an inspiring thing? Wouldn't that sound sweeter than the sound of a gentle forest stream falling? Wouldn't that be the silent promise of an unbroken wing?
© Jaspreet Mann