We’re all secretly slaves of therapy, seeking it through the various means which suit us the best.
Some find therapy in profound meaningful conversations with a friend, while some with strangers. Some find it in the embrace of a loved one, a kiss perhaps, while some find therapy in solitude. Some find therapy in reading a book while some in drinking coffee at 2 am alone in the balcony. Some find it in travelling while some find it in counting post-midnight stars. Some seek therapy in prayer to God, while some find it in the simple idea of death.
Whatever the means, one knowingly or unknowingly chases after therapy in a simple yet hopeful attempt to feel understood – a silent cry for empathy. We get comfortable with whatever that helps us feel less alone. With whatever that makes us realize that something bigger is a part of the endeavour that we’re venturing on. Something that makes our soul feel more of a home in our body than at a stranger’s abode. We open up to the things we feel comfortable with, and when we open up, different parts of us inside start opening these little gates and ultimately venting out emotions that we long kept bottled in. When that happens, we start unraveling the beautiful definition of us and start getting connected to the world in hope of living it to the best of it.
There’s a reason why we get attracted to beauty in the form of nature; and art in the form of photography, paintings, writings and architecture. These in one way or the other makes us realize how beautiful the gift of life is and despite the inevitable death, we can manage to immortalize our love through these means. Little things that we do while not paying much heed to can have such a huge impact in our own or someone else’s life. Just like Leo Buscaglia said: “Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” All we have to do is get drunk in the pursue of therapy, conduct priming on ourselves and the others, and start unraveling the beautiful definition of ourselves.
Submitted to ArtParasites by Uzair Munir