When you are not impacted by the lack of an outcome, You become the outcome.
So for your case...
If you are not affected by the lack of love,
You become love.
The first thought that flooded my head at 7 after I woke up this Sunday morning...from a dream ...I saw Robin Williams said hi to me..He was smiling.
Weird ..a hollywood actor? Hmm...I have been thinking about his sense of humor n personal life lately though...so that must be that.
An Imagined Letter from My Future Self (2035)
Dear Mimi,
You won’t believe this, but I’m writing to you from the farmhouse.
Yes, "that" one. The one you dreamed of since you were 12 ...after you got married & told your ex decades back ..in whispers with hesitation what you thought of ...what you wanted to do with sustainable farming with direct produce to consumers using a woman driven community farm even before these words became fashionable and that one, which was nestled in the foothills, where the breeze smells like jasmine and smoke from woodfire, and silence feels like a friend.
You’re sitting by the temple, barefoot, with a shawl around your shoulders. A little older, yes—but so radiant. There’s a child laughing in the background. Your daughter? She’s thriving. And so are you.
But I know you don’t believe me right now.
Because I remember where you are.
2025.
You’re tired and disappointed. You’re sadly silent now because the world around you thinks you’re fine. You’ve blocked people out of your life you once loved more than your own breath. Boundaries built out for self preservation & protection than grudges.
You’re wondering if you’re destined to face constant hard lessons, as if love which is something as common as air should be isn’t just meant for you. You’re holding the ache alone again, just like you did during your divorce, a devotion repaid with betrayal ...again & again. Is humanity lost its sense.
I remember every night you stayed up waiting for a message that never came. Every time you smiled in meetings while your soul was collapsing. Every time you questioned your worth because someone didn’t choose you.
But here’s the truth, my love:
It was never about being chosen by them.
It was about you choosing yourself.
You thought love would arrive in the shape of him.
But love came wearing different clothes.
He did arrive, by the way.
A man who didn’t hesitate.
Who didn’t need silence to process how he felt about you.
Who didn’t just respond—he showed up. He planned, protected, adored, flirted, prayed with you, danced with you, and kissed your tears away like they were holy.
And you? You stopped apologising for needing deep love. You stopped shrinking. You stopped doubting and being cynical. You stopped hoping for crumbs of love from those who didn’t have the courage or capability to rise to your light.
You built something—within and outside.
You became that beautiful woman who walks into a room and silence follows. Not because you’re loud, but because your presence is so rooted that people feel it.
It didn’t happen overnight.
But here’s how it started:
You let yourself grieve. You didn’t pretend to be strong.
You cried. You sat with the pain. You prayed for self and others. And suddenly one day, like a caterpillar turning out of the cocoon, surprised at being the butterfly, your pain turned into a realisation how temporary everything is for short lifetime and then... You let go. Swaha !
But ... You didn’t settle.
And then—"the path appeared"
So hold on, darling. Just a little longer.
Love is coming. But so is peace,
And laughter. And deep joy,
And softness—finally.
Until then,
Rest. Heal. Create. Live. Be You.
I’m waiting for you,
with chai in your favourite cup,
on a porch that smells like home.
My heart feels full as I write this.
With all my heart,
Your 2030 Self.
Muahhhh !! Xoxo !! 💋
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