A diary entry 🌷

Journeys of life are as unpredictable as the path of the leaves with wind.

Truth being that all humans are distinctly dissimilar, yet they expense their souls and individuality to be alike. Rather than adorning being unique with crystals of love and gratefulness, we crave a similarity between us and those around us.

It is time for us to discern possibilities of accepting ourselves, as vulnerable souls that we are, as souls that crave love, as souls that are welded with nature.  

Life is a concatenated series of events. And I am thoroughly grateful for life and its irregularities, what is beauty without imperfection? 

Recently in my life there have been a series of events that have shaped where I am now. 

I write this with eternal thankfulness, and this is much like a diary entry I am penning down.

We start about two months ago.

5th of July, 2023.

Weeks and months leading up to the present have been thrilling, in all ways. 

Waking up to know that I have only a few more days to spend here, my home, then I would be off, on the flight to a new land.

It was both compelling and scary.

Therefore, I said goodbye to my home, my family, and my friends. Feeling for the last time all the memories relaying back to me, as I saw an empty home, with brown cartons stacked, black suitcases standing.

I felt the breeze of a summer ending, and of a new start. Waving goodbye, with hands that trembled with all emotions.

On the car, on the way to the airport, looking back for the last time.

It’s truly mystifying how human minds are capable of expressing various emotions, contradictory to each other at the same time. 

As I relaxed into my seat, looking out the window, as we ascended, the view of the world enlarged, slowly we floated with clouds.

Clouds, ever changing, red hues of fire stroking the sky, and a muting blue afterward.

After a night's sleep, waking up to see, clouds emblazoned with fresh sunlight. I couldn’t help but think of all that I have to be grateful for. Such diverse experiences, endless possibilities. What can one not do, if they put their mind to it?

As I looked out, I also looked in, scanning memories, finding that my dreams are turning into reality, and this is the turning point.

6th July, 2023

The plane descended, softly grazed by clouds. It was now on the runway. We had reached. 

As I stepped out, sleep deprived, yet full of energy. The sunlight hit my face, fresh and new. Sky was too bright of a blue, with whites of clouds floating.

We had reached!

Getting our luggage, fetching the cartons and suitcases that we packed our life into.

We were now, on the cab, to the new home.

With gray stairs, and on both sides grass bright green, and a tall tree with yellow-green leaves that left a shadow on the stairs, sheltering from the sun. 

I walked up, feelings swelling in me. As I did, feelings swept over me, and my face cracked into a smile. 

The feeling of child like joy. 

Now, as I write this, I comprehend more about life, which is nothing. There is nothing to comprehend about life, one must only register how it is ever changing and appreciate that. One must look back, and recognize how far you have come, because I know you have and I have too. 

By,

Vidhi Dasani.