I have grown up strong, trained, and resilient.
It was more like i was being prepared for a very ruthless world outside, and any pampering would make me weak. And the biggest fear they had – Failure.
That i might fail to be this strong wall, a warrior facing the whole world with pride.
And now that i am build like one,
I look back and ask, why can’t i be vulnerable?
Why cannot i have a safe space, a warm space where i could get back to.
Where i would go when the ruthless world would stare right into my soul.
Why cannot i have a space where i cry and be taken care of.
Now when i have that, i am always in a doubt, what that necessary? Or would i be a different person if things happened differently?
There lies my being. I am what i have been asked to be.
And yet i find the other part of me longing for comfort.
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