Sometimes You Just Have to Put a Full Stop.

Sometimes you just have to say it is all that is there. There is nothing more. Put a full stop. Turn a new page and write afresh.

The new page might not connect to what came before. And that’s okay.

Start anew.

The other day, I was talking to someone. I told them that though there was nothing I could complain about, I still felt a strange sense of incompleteness as if something was missing, something I couldn’t quite name.

They quietly said, “Maybe it is gratitude that is missing.”

Yes, I had so much to be thankful for and yet my mind lingered on the missing pieces.

Why do we labor on what is not there?

Why do we let FOMO, the fear of missing out occupy so much space in our lives?

You don’t get a call.
Someone doesn’t reply.
You don’t get invited.
You’re forgotten in a group photo.

Why does that even matter?

Maybe peace comes when we accept that we are not meant to be in every story, every frame, every moment. That we are not the center of it all….

Maybe coming to terms with our own insignificance is the beginning of understanding life. And maybe… just maybe that’s where gratitude quietly returns.