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Maybe the only way to hear silence is if we learn to listen to the silence that hides between the million collisions that make up life, the only way to see the light is to learn to see the brightness that lies behind the shadows.
Maybe most of life happens when we don’t notice it, it happens in the cracks and crevices that are left behind as we go about our day, it happens in those two seconds we never thought would ever matter.

Maybe sometimes, we will just know that something is right and something is wrong, maybe sometimes it’s okay not to know why.
Maybe sometimes the only way to make sense of something is by understanding that some things in life will never make sense, that there are threads that take us from one moment to another that we will never get to see.
Maybe it’s the important things that are invisible, it’s the important things that take time.
Maybe sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves is time, to let things be just as they are, to allow things to settle naturally and take their own course.

Maybe sometimes it’s the seemingly unrelated things that will connect at the end. Maybe sometimes all we have to do is acknowledge the magic that exists in our daily lives.
Maybe sometimes the thing that we have to learn is staring right at our face, we just need to find the courage to stare back.
Maybe sometimes it’s okay to fall and get bruised, to just give in and, learn to listen to our body as it embraces pain.
Maybe sometimes uncertainty will feel like broken pieces of glass piercing every single bone of our body, but as one moment leads to the next we realise that uncertainty is the only certainty in life.

Maybe sometimes comfort can sound like an elusive healer, but at other times it can be a slow-killing poison as well.
Maybe the only way to gain control is by accepting that we can never really be in control.
Maybe sometimes we don’t need to fit into well-defined boxes, maybe it’s okay to belong in the greys.
Maybe we will always be on a journey of figuring things out, maybe we will just end up figuring out that we will always be figuring things out.

Neha Sathish

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