By June 15, 2020Journal

“In the event of a decompression, an oxygen mask will automatically appear in front of you….”


LX-8399 – 21:02hrs.

I boarded the flight in an abstract state of mind having bid adieu to the country that had welcomed me warmly and made me feel homely.  My eyes, still moist from the crying session that started the other night at the farewell party, ended in reading the heartfelt letters that we had written for each other. True, goodbyes are the hardest. But never had I slightly imagined they would be so crushing. Dazed by the imprint that these people from all across the world had left on me, I fastened my seat belt and took one last glance outside the window pane. Oh Italia!


“…. if you are travelling with a child or someone who requires assistance, secure your mask on first, and then assist the other person” announced the flight attendant. Isn’t this sensible in our prosaic, mainstream, usual lives too?

How often do we try to heal others without having fully healed ourselves? How is it remotely possible to advice others and guide them through the walks of life without making peace with ourselves first?

I love how Michelle Obama quotes in her book ‘Becoming’ – “Now I think it’s one of the useless questions an adult can ask a child, ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end”. This holds so true in real sense when our backs are against the wall and we are faced with infinite challenges. At gunpoint, it is absolutely rational to think that that’s the end. La fin, Das Ende. We tend to lose hope from the subtle way of living life. We nip the bud before it blooms and clip off the wings before it learns to fly. We invite everyone to our pity party and self loathe as if we’re getting a cupcake each time we bad-mouth ourselves about being a failure – at career, at love, at life.

What we truly fail to recognize is why do we let our problems hold the trigger? We find comfort in the bubble we make for ourselves during episodes of depression when the whole point of facing trials was meant to demolish those comfort zones. We stay wedded to the shackles of failure, too afraid to leave our identities from yesterday thus barring any opportunity for healing. We don’t realize the truly authentic potential we hold until surviving is the only option.

In the moment, we feel our world’s coming crashing down. But my love, galaxies come crashing down to form constellations too and my God, isn’t that one of the most beautiful phenomena the universe offers? There is no statute of limitations on starting over. Be a Phoenix! Burn down to ashes and rise again. Don’t let anyone rush you into being normal and mentally/emotionally healthy again just because it is convenient for them. Take your time. Healing is a process and every breathing individual on this planet (Climate change is real) holds the right to heal at their own pace. It is okay if your strength looks a little different this season. Don’t fear confronting your obstacles because there is always light at the other end of the tunnel. Even in the most chaotic minds, lies a room for peace.

Over mountains & valleys, rivers & deserts, over all that you have lost and all that you have gained, over all that you have gathered and all you have let go, you have traveled through the wilderness of uncertainty and that itself is healing.


Secure your mask first, then & only then can you save others.