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Love is such a beautiful feeling. It is something that is felt, but sometimes you can see it too. You can feel it literally anywhere, and in any way—in a mother's hug, in the way someone treats you, and even in a sibling's slap.
It's indeed the most beautiful thing existing on this planet. The most beautiful feeling in itself.
Love is the most magical thing too. It doesn't come to you with big announcements or fireworks. It just finds you. Sometimes at your best, sometimes at your worst. It finds you when you are not looking for it. And when, luckily, someone loves you with their best effort, you feel seen. The world feels conquered already. You tend to feel complete in yourself. It gives you a new perspective on everything—on life, on choices, and even on music choices. Plus, the best part is, your gut is never wrong with love. When you know, you know. And when it feels right to you, nobody in this world can change your mind.
Not long ago, I was reading a book by this really famous author. The book very greatly expressed the themes of grief, happiness, and a newfound life, all at once. It's really surprising, love also has a power to heal.
There’s something incredibly healing about being loved—but what we often forget is how deeply loving someone else can also heal us.
When we love someone—truly, openly, and selflessly—it pulls us out of our own pain. It shifts our focus from what we’ve lost to what we can give. Suddenly, life isn’t just about our wounds. It becomes about caring, protecting, understanding, and showing up for someone else. Putting others first. And in the process of doing that, something inside us starts to heal. It is really all about how it works—even if it's genuine, it makes you see and become the best version of yourself. Sometimes, the people we love don’t even know they’re healing us. A child’s laughter, a friend’s honesty, or a partner’s steady presence can slowly patch up the cracks in our own soul. Even in unreturned or imperfect love, there’s growth. There’s learning. And with learning comes healing. It’s not about losing yourself in someone else. Real love doesn’t ask you to disappear—it helps you return to yourself. It reminds you of your capacity to feel, to hope, and to care. That’s not weakness. That’s strength rising from brokenness.
So, if you've ever been broken and lost yourself, don't forget love and its power—try loving again. Not recklessly, but bravely. Love someone in your life with honesty, selflessness, and kindness. Love a friend, a pet, a cause, your family—or even a stranger who needs your help. Every time you give love, some small part of you mends. Because when we give love, we remind ourselves that we’re still whole enough to share it. And sometimes, that’s exactly what healing looks like.
But that's not the end right there. That's not the hundred percent raw reality. Love—and when a person is associated with it—can become heavily challenging, so much so, it makes you want to quit. It indeed becomes heavily difficult, especially when you're the only one in it. You start to blame yourself, doubt your capabilities, and think about how you ended up in this situation, and what made you do so. Or if you ended up here by going with the flow. You don't even realise when it gradually slips out of your hand, whilst you’re being delusional. It's the most heartbreaking situation to be in. Because after investing yourself, you feel like giving up and pressing the invisible reset button. But that again is not the solution always. Maybe if you go away, you find a better version of yourself in the long run (just like me), or become the best version of yourself.
I haven't been able to find myself yet. It's taking a lot of time. It's a slow process, but one that you should really embrace. Focusing on yourself and finding yourself makes a huge deal. It takes a lot of effort to reach that position. But as far as I have spoken my mind here, I feel it's really important to not lose yourself too in the long run. Makes a huge difference either way.
So, be the best version of yourself—while in love, before it, and after—and learn to embrace it with all the love you have. Because it's all worth it in the end. Do not forget, love exists in unlimited quantity inside us. It is the only thing which keeps the thrill of life. I would say, jo karna hai kar lo dil ki sun ke, because time never stops and we should make the most of it!

Until next time, 
Aavriti

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