The Most Craved 🤍

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Isn't it weird that the things you once craved to the core—the things you feared you would never experience in your life, the things you wanted the most—became something you never want again?


Isn't it true?✨


The things you gave your soul and your energy to ended up haunting you the most, to the point where you never wanted them again. It doesn't mean you stopped craving them, but it does mean that you searched for them outside yourself until you found them within you.💓


If someone asks you whether you're happy, you might not know the correct answer. But if someone asks you whether you're at peace, the answer will definitely be yes. You found peace within yourself. You started spending your energy, efforts, and time on yourself, and you no longer wished to get it from somewhere else.


And once you find that peace, comfort, and happiness within yourself, I think there is no going back. 

Those beautiful moments of enjoying your own company, that mental peace where you stop overexplaining and oversharing things. You might not know that you have healed from things you never deserved, but you actually found a way to do so. You found a way to peace.


That comfort of knowing that only you can understand yourself—isn't it beautiful?


Life is beautiful when what you have is actually enough—not more and not less.


And I think that's the quality I adore a lot about myself. Do you?


If not, just give yourself some time to know where you are lagging. And let me meet you in my next blog. 

                               ~ Akshaya Senthilkumar 🤍

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