My life is a circle.
It starts and ends with me.
It has no corners and edges.
I don’t want to belong to somebody else .
Or give a part of myself to somebody else.
Am I what I really am?
Am I what I pretend to be?
Am I what people perceive of me?
Am I what I don’t even know about me?
Whatever it may be.
All I know is I love to Love.
And if love is not what i do,
Then I lose myself,
In the process of getting to know someone deeply.
So much that it consumes me.
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Hi! I am Shaista Roohi.
I am a 23 year old science graduate and an educator, struggling to find a meaning to this life. A purpose that can keep me going. Sometimes I am exceptional at articulating my emotions and sometimes I am not. The oldest memory which I have of myself is sitting under a tree at my high school premises and writing about the stuff that was diffusing in my mind. From past 2 years, I have been struggling with anxiety issues which Alhamdulillah I’m overcoming one at a time. Writing for me is something that helped me with having thoughts of existential crises. It heals me.
Right now, What I feel about myself is, that I am somebody who’ll move mountains for the people I love, or someone who show me even a little bit of affection. My goal is to do something for the unprivileged people. People who are finding it hard to reach out. I just wanna tell them that they are not alone.