“It is well.” “God knows best.” “I’m sorry.”
I don’t think there’s ever an appropriate way or perfect words to console someone who has suffered a loss. Most times, you don’t even need to say anything. All those “I’m sorry for your loss” comments are low-key infuriating because here I am trying to get over the fact that my phone is gone forever, and you’re reminding me how miserable I already feel.
Today has been a blur. I was too tired from all the crying, so I just slept. After waking up, I’d go back to sleep, and that’s basically how the entire day went. It was only this evening that I finally picked myself up because the deed had already been done and whether I felt like it or not, the show must go on.
Yes, it hurts. So much that even the promise of a new phone didn’t make me feel better because that particular phone wasn’t just a phone. It contained too much,, writings I never completed, poems left unfinished, videos I never posted, and projects I never implemented.
Now, enough about me mourning my lost phone. Here’s the funny and intriguing part of today: I’m a routine kind of person, so I have daily non-negotiables, and most of them are done with my phone. However, without my phone, I found myself naturally doing some of the things that could actually be done without it, and I was low-key proud because damn,,, that’s so cool.
For instance, reading daily proverbs while having breakfast. It’s giving “my world didn’t completely crash.”
Do you have daily non-negotiables?
Dearest reader, the thing about scars is that over time, they begin to fade until almost nothing is left of the cuts that were once made. And even if today feels cloudy and gloomy and I can’t seem to find my smile, in no time, I will.
And so will you.
@favvy_Okwans🖤
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