Heartbeat of a raindrop

The child chased a butterfly,   Unaware it was only a moth.   Through fields and light she ran,   Drawn by a shadow, beauty cloaked.   When at last its truth was revealed,   She sought to paint its dull wings bright,   But dyes could not remake its form,   For its essence was forged in night.   She wept for the chase, the loss, the lie,   And vowed to never again pursue shadows in disguise.   Yet, will she learn from her scars,   Or repeat until the pain burns deep?   For tireless runs leave marks anew,   Lessons unheeded, wounds that seep.   Moths outnumber butterflies,   Nocturnal forms with muted hues.   To find the rare and radiant prize,   One must learn to wait, to choose.   Ceaseless chasing brings only despair,   But patience blooms where wisdom lies.   Let the nectar-rich flower guide t...

The past shapes who we are today. Can ignoring it really help? Memories—whether of mistakes or triumphs—are like medals from battles we’ve fought. Instead of running from them, why not embrace them?  We should be okay with reminiscing the past, while also daydreaming about the future. In my opinion, realizing the fact that you are not in the present plane is an indication of self-awareness. Shutting off my phone, even briefly, gives me moments of clarity, though it’s not easy. App timers help, but I still get distracted by multiple devices that have become foundational. The struggle to stay present is real, and I’m constantly learning how to improve. We’ve all been advised to live in the present and not dwell on the past or worry about the future. This idea promises a better quality of life by helping us appreciate what we have. But how easy is it to truly live in the moment? Being present isn’t always grand or complicated. Sometimes, it’s about loving what you do or enjoying the c...