What's the point of healing if those who inspired change won't feel it?

I'm just supposed to be better for someone else?

Like moving a mountain to pave a path,
Connecting two cities at last
Just to keep walking on without even looking back?

But that's the way it goes
I suppose

I am the spark they tried to dim,
The quiet voice that learned to swim.
Not every scar was meant to stay—
Some taught me how to walk away.

I’m not my past, I’m something new—
An untold truth just breaking through.

Nothing in life comes easy
There are things that make us stumble and fall
We all want things that come free
We want life to answer to our beck and call
But that’s not how we grow
We have to go through things that make us struggle
It may sound cliche
But what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger
The bad things we experience don’t stay
Things will get better after
After you gain that worldly wisdom
The kind of wisdom that comes with experience
There are times you will feel like a victim
It’ll feel like your life is going through turbulence
Just know at the end of that is a blessing that is there to earn
We always must remember to live and learn

He was an amazing man—gentle smile, a thoughtful touch,
A million tender moments that once meant so much.
But hidden in his quiet eyes, a storm he couldn’t still,
Insecurities like heavy stones, bending love to will.

I have my own soft fractures, fears that bruise my heart,
But his became a silent rule that kept us worlds apart.
I fell in love with his potential—who he could one day be—
Not always with the man who stood, flesh and bone, with me.

I painted dreams across his name, believing love could grow,
But he just couldn’t love me in the way I needed so.
I asked for space to spread my wings, for trust without a cage,
But he kept trying to edit me, to rewrite every page.

Almost four years of laughter mixed with quiet, hidden ache—
Of losing pieces of myself for someone else’s sake.
And though my chest still tightens when his memory appears,
I know my newfound freedom was worth those falling tears.

I hope he finds what he’s searching for—a love that fits him right,
Someone who won’t burn her glow just to keep the peace at night.
Because I couldn’t be the woman who stayed small to ease his mind—
I needed room to be my truth, untamed, and unconfined.

I grieve the man I thought he was, and love the truth I see:
That loving someone’s future self was never enough for me.
Now I’m learning who I am again, beneath the endless sky—
Free, at peace, and certain that I finally chose goodbye.

Happiness is a perception,
It is connected to human emotion,
Some find it in gods devotion,
On social media many find it in attention.

One can find in a pet dog,
And one can find it in their brag.
Few find in accumulating wealth,
And there are people who get it in good health.
Happiness is a state of mind,
Is the current trend.
For some it is in earning,
And for some in spending.

For many it is in human connection,
None ever achieves by deception.
Some find in betrayal,
And some find it in being loyal.

Happiness is found in a lover's touch,
In the moments that mean so much.
It's in laughter shared with friends,
In the joy that never ends.

Some find it in the morning sun,
Or when a long day is finally done.
It's in the beauty of a blooming flower,
Or in the quiet of a peaceful hour.

Happiness can be short and rare,
Yet it's something for which we all care.
In the simplest of things it can reside,
In the heart's pleasure it does abide.

So look not in far-off lands,
Nor in things held in greedy hands.
For happiness, though difficult to find it seems,
Is often found in our hopes and dreams.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind