Unwritten chapters (first attempt to fictional writing)

In the moments of reflection, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and live my life all over again. Only if I could relive every moment and rewrite the chapters of my life’s journey with profound wisdom and appreciation. So, whenever I look back at life, I don’t remember the days I spent finding myself rather look at the moments I spent creating something beautiful out of it, like an artist having endless choices to serve every moment as a stroke to create a masterpiece that represents your unique existence. 

My heart wishes if I could meet YOU in the hustle bustle of an ordinary summer day not knowing that the universe is setting the stage for a beautiful love story that is yet to unfold. I wish we could cross our paths unexpectedly in a cafe, on the beach, in the subway or at the bus stop waiting for the bus and you could become my friend unexpectedly as a pleasant surprise in the midst of my busy life. And I also wish I could be that fortunate girl who could experience friendship to grow slowly and could allow us to build a connection with each passing day by adding a new layer to our relationship. 

But my dear heart, when I sit here and cast a gaze upon my life, I realize that it’s never too late to invite love into your life. I understand that it is not easy to give yourself an opportunity to live life to the fullest enriched by the presence of love but true love necessitates vulnerability; it cannot exist without it. All you need to know is that if the path is beautiful, don’t concern yourself with the destination of the path. The realities of life are always unsettling but love alone has the power to guide you to the place where fear no longer holds sway. A place where you don’t find ‘good reasons’ to be with someone but being with that person just feels right. When his presence in your life looks like a missing piece that completes you. 

We often squander our precious moments letting our minds take control because our heart is fearful of emotional pain. We sometimes let the external factors dominate and we continue to make compromises. We often forget the value of time in our hands. The time that perceives no age, no gender, and no situation into consideration to give us the opportunity to experience and make the most of our existence. We are the artists of our own lives. We can paint the canvas at any phase of our age and invite happiness in its full swing. Allah sends the opportunity to find the right person wrapped in unexpected blessings. And it’s on us to identify that blessing in unexpected situations.