Pomegranate Seeds

Dear You,

It’s been two weeks of traveling from island to island. For years, I only experienced being in one or two places in my life and visiting other regions briefly. Traveling alone is a liberating experience — visiting relatives and diving deep into the diversity of life, encountering different behaviors, personalities, and characters, reading their languages, and learning how to handle them. This kind of experience humbles me and nurtures my desire to be of service to others, allowing me to see people through the eyes of love. The sensitivity to feel another’s energy is potent; you can sense it deeply.

Reflecting on myself through some of the girls I met here made me realize that my body language isn’t as openly confident or "ladylike" as theirs. A woman is often seen as mysteriously captivating, drawing a man’s eye with her beauty. There are many interpretations — and misinterpretations — of what it means to be a woman and what we should or should not be. For centuries, women have been expected to behave gracefully, help with chores, cook, dress elegantly, and speak with well-chosen words and gestures.

I am now writing down the lessons I’ve learned over the past few weeks. I’m trying to be as assertive as I can in expressing them. Words are powerful — they can lift someone up or bring them down. They can inspire or frustrate. This delicate line of awareness isn’t always easy to walk. Not everyone will comprehend your intentions, and sometimes standing on your own feels uncomfortable.

Writing, like music, has rhythm, harmony, and flow. Just like dancing, where you know your next move by following your rhythm in life, writing helps you express yourself. This is an interesting lesson in life, but it takes confidence and courage. My mind is clouded with words, and I’m still learning how to assert them into coherent thoughts.

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Emotions Arise

My heart beats so fast.
I miss you. I long for connection and feel worried.
Where is this feeling coming from?
Who does it belong to?
What makes me feel this way?
Am I ready to love someone?
Is it okay to love until the end?
Should I cut this connection?
Is this desire driven by a need for security?
Or should I just let things be?
Is it hard to let go?
Will this feeling pass?
What else will emerge in my life to contribute to my highest good?

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Reflection

Not everyone thinks the same way. Some are broad-minded, bold, straightforward, brash, confident in what they want. Others are confused, undecided, unable to say no, drifting like a dead fish. We all have different approaches to connecting with people.

Reading books inspires me by offering someone to look up to. We’re all here to experience life, but achieving a breakthrough is a rough journey that requires discipline and consistency. Who doesn’t want to be better? Perhaps I’ve been focusing too much on the outside and neglecting what’s within.

What’s inside?
Is it love?
Or do I simply miss having someone in my life?

Through writing, I realize now: I miss having someone near me, someone who’s just there for me. This compulsive feeling is intense — it wants what it wants.

Is it analytical, emotional, rational, or just neediness?
Or am I simply not paying enough attention to myself?