We talk about heartbreak, finding love and losing confidence, but why don’t we ever talk about the moment we find ourselves struggling to pull through?
The point in which letting go and holding on is difficult to do. The moment in which you’re stuck between love and hate—darkness and light, and mostly, love and affection.
It’s become a trend, exactly.
“Chomiie, ke find.ile out”
If you’ve never said or heard these words, then which stone have you been hiding under?
The moment your heart breaks, and tears sting your eyes so badly that you have to keep your eyes wide open cause once you blink, it’s done!
The moment when you start linking your partner’s strange behaviour to the reality of being cheated on. The moment you realise how ignorant you’ve been just because you loved this person wholeheartedly.
What makes the heart beat fast whenever you find out that you’re being played? What connection does the brain send to the heart, that makes the heart beat repeatedly non-stop?
It’s difficult to know and acknowledge your worth, when you’re the one in the receiving end. It’s easy to tell people to “know their worth” when you don’t know what they’re going through.
What do we know about love? There’s a Zulu proverb that says, “Indlela ibuzwa kwabadala”
But, how do we ask our parents on how to navigate this love thing? When their love was so different to the kind of love we have now.
Our parents will tell us, they met in their 80s, and they’re still together till now. Relationships are losing their status, love is now defined as sex. Partners have sneaky links, exes become a constant nightmare, and caring is defined as stupidity.
I think I was born in the wrong era, somehow I believe I belong somewhere in the 60s, where hand written love letters were still romanticised. Where showing love to your partner, wouldn’t be defined as “foolish”. Where sex is treasured and respected, not done as a way of scoring respect from friends.
My advice to you, today is, “Find God. Find Yourself. Love Yourself, and Let Love Find You.”