I Owe.

At times, life doesn't feel right. At times, all I want to do is is to shut the world out. At times, smiling seems heavier than usual. My own mind entraps me. The thought of going through another day seems next to impossible. At times, it becomes very difficult to love myself and the people around.

On a fine evening, I stumble upon some old albums while cleaning my store. These albums, enveloped with a layer of dust, sheltering frozen time. I reach out for these and gently with a zephyr, blow the dust away. As I flip the pages, time retrogrades. I notice something common in all the snaps. A smile, innocent yet poised, unfazed yet silly, adorned the 3 year old me. This bygone smile of mine made me realize that I owe it to my innocent young self to wipe my tears and smile as freely and nonchalantly like I did back then.

I owe. I owe it to my younger self for never giving up. I owe it to my parents who gave me the generous gift of life to value every breath I take. I owe it to the people who love me and value me to hold on to hope. And finally, I owe it to myself to move towards a day when the sun shines bright and the skies are clear and at last I can find peace.