TRUDDIE'S DIMENSION

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Letter to my teen self

Dear teen self, There is so much I want to tell you but first things first I want you to know that you are beautiful. I know you believed you were not. I know you wanted to be like so and so and it pained you every time you looked in the mirror and saw the ugly parts of you. I know you looked at your face and saw how your skin and nose looked like and you hated it. I know you were scared that is what you would feel all the way through your life and it sucked the joy out of you. I want to tell you that feeling won’t last because you grew up. You searched deep into your soul. You recognized yourself and saw beauty. You stopped hiding in the shadows. You touched your skin and you were okay with its imperfections. You looked in the mirror and liked the girl looking back at you. You now love your nose. You might not be confident yet about what life has in store for you but you are confident in your beauty for sure. There are many things I wish you did. So many things but the thing about

Souls- A poem

So many souls I've met, Gypsy souls. Always on the road, Always somewhere to go. Classical souls, These have an air of elegance to them. Baroque souls, So complex yet beautiful. Firey souls, They blaze any path they take. Angry souls, These cannot seem to find peace. Quintessential souls, Souls so pure. Trapped souls, So full of worries. Free souls, These are the happy-go-lucky ones, Always living for the moment. Dark souls, Because of their pain, They cause unimaginable pain. Gentle souls, Always radiating calmness. Lost souls, With eyes so blank, They feel misplaced in this world, Always in the search of something to hold on to. Which soul am I? I cannot tell, I am all I think. May be that is also a type of soul. I can see all, Therefore, I am ALL.

The Letter Series- 6

Dear Dearest, I hope you are well. They say change comes when you least expect it. But sometimes you do expect it. And sometimes that change doesn't turn out bad. Or rather that change comes with a kind of calmness. Well for me it felt like so which is rare because I am known to be wary and a bit too anxious when it comes to change. We moved out of a place we called home for 17 years. That is a long time to stay in a place I knew would never be permanent. A lot of memories were made there nonetheless. I mean I called that place home as a child, an adolescent and a young adult. You can imagine the happy moments and sad moments all being brought to that house. They were a lot. Do I miss it? No. I really don't. I treasure the memories and all but I can't say I miss it. Moving was long overdue. It was time we changed the scenery, the air and how we felt the sun. Seems like I was exhausted with the place huh? Maybe I was. Or maybe I was tired in a way. Or lethargic. I don'

Love Is Sharp

Sometimes I envy peole who can put down in words what love is. It is the easiet thing to do for so many people. To me however it isn't. It is laughable and weird I know but I do struggle to write about love. I love reading about it but words to say what love is to me just refuse to come out of my head. I love what love is in my mind though. I love how limitless it is. How amazing it is. How whole it is. May be that is why I struggle to write about it. Not because I fear writing about it but because I fear I won't bring out what it truly is. I feel it won't be pure as they way it feels in my mind. I now find that fear quite stupid because love is love however it is described. It doesn't have to be complete in words. It is just enough to be as it is. Someone somewhere might say that I haven't been loved fiercely enough that is why I find it hard to write about it. That when you are loved fiercely enough you will scream your heart out for the world to know just ho

The Universe's Light

These past days my writing mojo has been off. Coming up with something to write every other week is really not easy. I respect authors or novelists who sit and write paragraphs and paragraphs every day. Like how do stories flow and how don't they use up all their ideas? My brain locks at around 10 paragraphs. Even those are quite a lot. Anyway, it wasn't a matter of not having content. I really did not have the energy to type words. I've been opening up a new blog post page and thinking otherwise. Therapeautic as writing is, I just felt so heavy to type anything. But like relationships, I have learnt not to force writing. If I am in no mood, I am in no mood. But ooh well, these are part of life motions( I should probably stop explaining myself everytime this happens...He...he). I came across this ironic post about the twenties. It being a whole decade of being in our physical prime and mental rock bottom. I truly agree especially as I edge toward the late twenties. I find

Freedom

I particularly like Facebook more than any other social media platforms because of the varied ways people express themselves through words. With how algorithms work, you can bump into amazing content by talented people. Anyway, while enjoying my dose of Facebook one day, I came across a post which said something about how the anger we've carried since our childhood poisons us and how we have to find ways to lighten our body. The post went on to say how most of us don't know where to start when it comes to finding ways to let go but it also pointed out that you can begin by writing down what freedom looks like to you. That is a nice place to start I think. Here's what my thoughts are. Apart from the collective kind of freedom we desire which has been constitutionalized, there are different ways in which freedom is personal to each one of us. The way we view this kind of personal freedom has/is shaped by our childhood, our upbringing and the experiences we've had so far