Apoo Writes

It took me a while to admit that I hadn’t really dealt with that episode. I had simply placed it in a corner of my mind and walked past it every day, convincing myself that motion is the same as progress. Work, conversations, noise — they all served their purpose. They kept things functional. They did not make things resolved.

But some evenings just refuse to play along.

On nights when the world quiets down (well, not literally you know.. people apparently still honk. Yes, even at 2am) — when the only voice that I seem to hear is the one of my own — thoughts return. Not dramatically. Just persistently.

Most nights, I keep looking ahead, measuring my steps, pretending that forward is the only direction that matters. But tonight, almost absentmindedly, I looked up instead.

And there it was. The same steady star I’ve probably seen a hundred times before, though never really registering its presence. It was indeed brighter than the rest. But not in a “trying to stand out” way. Just… there.

A steady presence in a changing sky.

I used to think these walks were solitary — that processing meant isolation. But somewhere between one turn of the terrace and the next, it struck me that I have never really been alone out there. There has always been something steady above me. Not fixing, not advising, not interrupting. Just staying.

It’s strange how reassuring “staying” can be.

Life can misstep. We can too. It’s alright to take the long way around our own emotions. What matters, I suppose, is not whether we stray for a while — but whether we pause long enough to notice what has quietly stayed with us all along.

Thank you for being along till the end of my first blog. With that said, I hope I’ll continue to display some more random thoughts of mine 🙂

Au revoir!