Rekya's Flavors

Someone once asked me, “How can you still be so tender, after walking through so much hurt?” And I answered, “It is precisely because of the hurt I have walked through.” Pain is a teacher dressed in shadows. To some, it becomes a poison that corrodes their spirit, leaving them cruel, bitter, and unkind. But to others - to those who listen closely - pain becomes the chisel that carves out compassion, the fire that tempers the heart into gentleness. When you have sat alone in the darkness, aching for a voice that whispers, “You are not alone,” you learn to be that voice. When you have longed for a hand to lift you from the ashes, you decide that your hands will never push another soul into the flames. That is the sacred alchemy of suffering: it can turn anguish into tenderness, wounds into wisdom, sorrow into love. But healing, ah, healing is not easy. It asks you to unclench your fists when rage begs for vengeance. It asks you to soften when hatred promises power. It asks you to re...

One day, it struck me like a quiet thunder; I had forgotten myself. I had wandered so far into caring for everything else that I became invisible to my own heart. I did not even notice when I stopped listening to my feelings, when I silenced the whispers of my soul. At first, I lied to myself. I told myself it didn’t matter. I told myself my pain was silly, unworthy of attention, too small to be honored. But truth has a way of waiting, patiently, until you cannot ignore it any longer. And I, I have never been one to deny myself the freedom of truth. So I admitted it. I cared. More deeply than I ever knew. And when I finally confessed that to myself, the tears came like rain, washing me clean. I let them fall, and with them, I let myself breathe again. And in that breath, I remembered: the world is still beautiful. Even with its shadows, it is overflowing with light - billions of souls waiting to connect, billions of opportunities waiting to unfold. I have learned that I must look b...