I Meant To Write This Earlier

​ A door opens, nothing has happened yet but beneath the creaking hinges, the violins begin to rise—and suddenly, you know danger is lurking on the other side. A look is exchanged across a crowded room, gaze held for three seconds. Then the strings swell…dhinn.. dhinn.. and you know love is in the air ❤️ A child trips over a toy. A burst of comic music erupts. Falling flat on your face is apparently hilarious if someone scores it correctly 😉. A character sits by a window. Rain slides down the glass. They stare into the distance. The  piano begins and  suddenly, without anyone saying a word, your heart becomes heavy. That is the magic of a background score. It makes the mundane interesting, the tiring feel exhilarating. It turns a glance into longing, a silence into grief, and a simple walk through a doorway into danger. The Music doesn’t create the emotions, it finds it. I wish life had a background score, something that could tell us what we are feeling when we don’t kn...

​ How heavy is the weight of expectations. How heavy is the weight of disappointments. How tiring it is to walk the path of success, dragging myself from one milestone to another. I lie, I hide, I don’t let them know, I am not skipping with joy but crashing with each step Trying so hard to not be the mediocre child. Oh how blissful it could be! to be mediocre and to be accepted as one. Not expected to shine and burn like a sun, but to show up each night as moon, shining bright one day to waning away another. I wish you knew, I hope you would.

Not to the 1 AM friends, but to the ones you never call — and yet you know they’ll answer when you’re ready. Not to the ones you meet every day, but to those who live miles away, still quietly settled in your heart. Not to the ones you rush to hug, but to those who simply smile your way — and suddenly, life feels lighter. To the old friends who saw you rebel, to the ones who held you through heartbreaks, to those who shared the laughter and exhaustion of motherhood, and to the ones who have watched you grow — wiser, softer, older. To endless talks, to silent fights, to tears of laughter and the silent jokes To the friends who left too soon, to those who walked away, waiting somewhere down the road, and to the ones who walk beside you — never together, yet never apart. Here’s to friendship — to the new and the old, to the beautiful beginnings, and the never endings.