The only one who has been with you from the first cry, through each lie and till the last sigh is self.
Why is beating others offensive but beating oneself called introspection.
Why is criticism of others called cynical but of oneself called the wake up call.
Why is deserting others cowardice but deserting self: selfless and enlightened.
Why are we moved by others tears but our own is a sign of weakness, detox or some theory of catharsis.
Why do we comfort others but never take a moment to comfort ourselves.
We spends days, weeks, months and even years rejecting, judging, torturing, accusing and hurting ourselves over and over again but find no place in our hearts to forgive ourselves for falling short of our own expectations. Why is it so easy for us to be harsh to ourselves? Doesn't the world dole out a fair share of that to us through life that we need to join that party.
When the world closes in on us and everyone has gone to their own place of comfort, who is with us in that dark moment. When the silence creeps in on a dark endless night whose breathing can we hear. When nobody believes in us, who vouches silently that we have it in us to give that last shot a try. When rejected, ridiculed and reduced to a sad joke for others amusement, who defends our broken mind and heart. Who gives us the warmth to start all over again; Self.
Nothing and no one will matters the day there is no self.
Yet the harshest we are to self : critical, unaccepting and often crueler that what others can ever be to us.
My friend, you alone walk with me through all storms.
You alone survive in me each day and zealously fight for me since the first war cry that patched us two together.
You alone suffer besides me and rejoice besides me, we are one: spirit, body and soul.
You alone are with me in the darkest hole of pain, failure and rejection.
You deserve better at least from me.
For when the world stones me, it's always you and me but what's worse is when I stone you, it's always you and never me.
I blame you for aging, for being less than another, for never keeping up, for losing your touch and sometimes for never giving up. There are moments when I wish it would all end but it is in those moments that you have always shown your unconditional love and have stood the test of time and shown your capacity to endure and overcome whatever life swings our way.
You hang on and on till the very end.
I know you today and see you for what you are my best friend. I humbly acknowledge you and cherish you. You are my only miracle, the only mend I will ever get.
Cherish self for it is your only companion, constant and stable, unwavering, unchanging no matter what comes your way, no matter season, time or place.
It is your only gift.
