To Anyone Who Has Lost Themselves:
Love, whether it’s romantic, self-love, or otherwise, can be elusive. A few negligent weeks can lead to losing oneself, fragments breaking off with each passing day. It’s not a process that happens abruptly; rather, it’s a slow, subtle erosion until one wakes up disoriented, feeling empty and confused. This is how love deteriorates — not in a single decisive moment, but in tiny fractures that accumulate into a collapse. Often, we don’t see it coming until it’s almost too late, offering only a small warning to change course. This gradual loss can happen in relationships, with oneself, or even with life in general. Time has a way of slipping away, and love, in all its forms, is like a speeding train. If we don’t hold onto it, if we’re not mindful, it can leave us behind, breathless and uncertain. We can’t allow days to pass without reflection, as this is how we become lost, running in circles without a clear direction. Life continues with or without our active participation, and there’s...