Window To The Soul

Dear Window to my soul,

It’s a long time that you have been locked. Your good friend, the door has been shut too. Nevertheless, you have been genial to me. I really admire your presence in my soul. I can also boast of your loyalty and camaraderie.

I have feared the raging storms uprooting my existence. I have also been afraid of the hot lava of the sun. The darkness of the night has scared me too. Trust issues have shaken my confidence. Hence, I have preferred to keep you all closed lest the outside world haunts me.

The beginning has been good. I have enjoyed the security I have gifted myself. I have also felt cozy and snug. The ferocious waves have angrily returned from the doors. Not a speck of dust, not a single drop of rain, not a single sun ray has dared to enter my sanctum. 

However, the coldness has flared up. The dryness has set in. The bitterness to has made its way. Like the cobwebs and the bugs, my once clean place has become filthy. The dampness and the debilitating structure have needed immediate attention. Moreover, the stench has begun to irk me now.

After a long soliloquy, I have realized my mistake. For healthy growth, I need both the sunshine and the rain. Often the storms are like the Ayahuasca healing experience. The doses may be split but are compulsory. There may be potential side effects like betrayal, loss, and failure but they cleanse my entire system. The purging makes me tenacious and resolute. 

I admit that my soul will love to dance in the rain. It will enjoy the warm sun rays, the komorebi, the dusk, and the twilight, and everything the outside has to offer. It may fail my expectations but it will be a boon. Sometimes, I do need to close you down for my metamorphosis. However, I should not stretch this act and block my blessings.

Thank you for tolerating my imbecility. I have realized your importance in making my life healthy and powerful. In fact, I will ask everybody to keep the windows to their soul open.

Yours Lovingly,

Your Contrite Owner