Is it just me or does the sky really give a sense of comfort?

I find myself seeking comfort from the sky.

When my chest feels heavy and my heart just wants to rest, I go to the terrace and just stare… like literally stare at the sky.

I realise, the sky is too vast, the world is too big, who am I in it? Is my problem really that big? Does it really hurt that much? Does it really matter? Should I really care if they stopped talking?

One thing I have learnt is that nobody cares. Not for long at least.

Recently, I was posted in Paediatric Haematology Oncology, and this posting really changed the way I saw life….sure, it was a bit depressing .

There was this case of a young guy (someone not less than a year or two my age) diagnosed with Osteosarcoma, the prognosis was bad and palliative care was given.

I remember, our professor was giving palliative care counselling to the guy’s mother and my eyes just teared up. I don’t have it in me to type it. One thing I realised is that the mother had more strength in her than me. Yes, maybe I’m weak and I also know that God will make me stronger one day.

And maybe, some way or the other we are also like this feather, flying and finding where we belong.

Life is just too small for regrets. It’s too small for having hatred in our hearts.

Let’s forgive each other and seek forgiveness from others too, if God wills one day they will.

More importantly, let’s forgive ourselves for staying too long, for all those disrespect we didn’t deserve, for all opportunities we could have gotten, etc etc.

So to people who look up the sky and wish, may God fulfils all your and my wish.

Thanks for reading!

Until next time💗

Happy new year!!