Optimism has been one of my strong traits.
I have believed in the ‘goodness’ of people and life.
Some might say it has bordered on stupidity or naivety.
Others might call the same thing, bravery or strength.
As for me, I would not have it any other way.
Some friends think I am brave, but I don’t think about being brave or not. All I know is that I don’t have a choice. In love, there are no choices. It is not up to me when and where I shatter into a thousand pieces, at which musical note or whiff of aroma the tears start to flow, how I speak about my son and the issues around his wonderfulness or his illness, why people can hear the tears in my voice, how inexplicably I experience immense peace out of nowhere. I don’t think of any of it as weakness or bravery. It is happening all on its own.
Every minute is different and I have no clue what comes next. Somehow, I carry on, putting one foot in front of the other.
“Have this unshakeable faith that whatever is the best for you, that alone will happen in life. Nature will only give you that which will uplift you higher in life. Keep this deep faith.” -Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.