Tat Tvam Asi (I am that!)

In the journey of life, there exists a force so powerful, so all-encompassing that it can both build and destroy with equal intensity. At some point in my journey, I willingly surrendered the reins of my heart to an intangible force known as Love.

A word so commonly uttered and yet profoundly misunderstood. It possesses the ability to elevate us to unparalleled heights of joy and contentment, but it can also plunge us into the depths of hopelessness. It’s like a double-edged sword that I, like many others, handed over to someone I thought was special.

As I reflect on those moments, it becomes apparent that it is not a mere emotion; it’s an intimidating power, a force that shapes destinies and redefines realities. Entrusting someone with this power means giving them the ability to mould your happiness, your sorrows, and your very own existence.

In the beginning, the ecstasy of being in love is addictive. It feels like a breathtaking journey where every moment is infused with a shine. Yet, as time unfolds, so does the hard complexity of it. The same force that once propelled us to heights begins to reveal its transformative capabilities.

It has the potential to bring out the best and worst in us. It awakens sleeper cell parts of our souls, laying bare vulnerabilities we never knew existed. The person to whom we’ve handed over this potent force becomes a co-author of our journey, influencing the plot twists and character infusions.

The danger lies in the lack of symmetry of power within the realm. The one who holds the heart or the one who cares less about the relationship has the authority to uplift or devastate, to heal or wound. It’s a responsibility that demands delicate handling, yet often, the weight of this authority goes unnoticed till the scales disappear.

In my journey, there were moments of immense joy, where it painted the world in shades of happiness. However, there were also instances of heartbreak, where the same force turned the vibrant canvas (your physical body) into a shady landscape of pain.

So, as I crossed over the twisted journey of life, I carry the lessons learned from surrendering. The impact, both its highs and lows, often leaves a permanent mark on the canvas of one’s soul. The dent it creates is not merely a superficial scratch but a deep impression that resonates within. There are moments when the scars of heartbreak run so deep that the very thought of entrusting someone with the power becomes a daunting task. It’s not born out of arrogance but rather a newfound awareness of the transformative nature of this force. The scars are a testament to the toughness forged through the pain of fire, shaping an individual in ways unimaginable.

It’s in those moments of vulnerability and introspection that one discovers the strength to stand alone, not in contempt, but in a newfound understanding of oneself. It’s a journey that transcends the superficial definitions of masculinity, revealing that becoming a man is about embracing the scars, acknowledging the power within, and navigating the delicate dance of love with wisdom and independence.