[dedicated to n.n]
Sunday is about staying in bed for a while as you slowly gather your consciousness while thinking about how blessed you are for being able to wake up to another day, warm and dry. You stretch yourself and feel the crispness of your bed sheet against your exposed skin–realizing that this is another thing to be grateful of. You stay in your bed for a while, and spend the next 3 minutes counting your blessings, no matter how trivial they may sound: the roof over your head, the alarm clock, the pillow, the faint sounds of the birds, the wonderful memories you are able to cherish… the ability to cry.
PHOTO BY NICO WIJAYA.
You know that tears cleanse our soul. It’s a beautiful way of knowing that you can still feel something to this extent. It shows that you have worn your heart on your sleeve, you have loved hard, you have tried your best, you have risked it all, you have let your guards down, and that you have braved the one thing a lot of people are not yet dare to cross: to be vulnerable.
You know better than to not let those tears flow on your cheek. It’s okay. Your body knows how best to heal your soul, and so let it help you. We always think that it’s good to let things go, but it’s just as important to let things in. So let it in. Feel what you need to feel. Do not chase it away too soon. Be patient with yourself, be gentle with your heart. It’s Sunday, anyway.
Let Sunday be your gift. A day to be spent on you. A day that ends the working days and a night out dancing and partying with your closest friends; a day that is about to welcome another week where you’ll be making another set of memories and walking various dimensions of life–so let Sunday be yours. Craft your desired future and dream about the you you’ve always dreamed of. Have a conversation with yourself on how you’d like to see things unfold in your life, why you’d like to experience these things, and how they will make you feel.
Spoil yourself on a Sunday. Make it a day to celebrate your rebirth–and invite yourself to be your most loving and wonderful company. Do the things you love to do by yourself; things that will make you appear childish; things only you may understand: dancing slowly in your pajamas to the tunes of Hindi classical music, daydreaming while brewing your perfect cup of coffee, lighting scented candles and making a list about the things you love about yourself, playing with your dog and snuggling with your cat, cooking an elaborate lunch and serving it beautifully for a solo feast, going out to buy yourself a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers…
Fall in love with yourself once again on a Sunday. Slow down and just enjoy the feeling of being you. Today is your day. Remind yourself of how meaningful it is to be you–those experiences in life that have made you wiser and stronger, those encounters that have given you memories worth remembering, those instances where you thought you’ve ruin it all but things turned out to take care of itself and ended up okay, those moments when you were afraid to fall flat on your face only to find out that there was someone there ready to catch you…
Fall in love with your life all over again on a Sunday. Celebrate the life you’ve lived: for you have been there and now you’re here, for you have been crushed but you survived, for you have been heartbroken but still–you will never give up on love.
Smile, because though life may not be perfect all the time, you know that with everything you have celebrated today, you have no reason not to.
It’s soothing. Thank you 🙂
thank you for leaving your trace :’) happy sunday :*
thats so sweettt.. :*
and you are sweet! :* thank you :’)
Reblogged this on From Keyboard To The World ™ and commented:
waoww, keren keren keren.