The Quiet Room of the Mind - by Favour Onadimota

I didn’t realize when it started.Maybe it was in the way I reread messages, not once, not twice, but until the words began to sound like something else entirely to me. Or the way silence began to feel like an answer, even when no one had spoken.Somewhere between the silence and the second-guessing… this is where overthinking lives.My mind has a way of filling in blanks… and it rarely chooses kindness of thoughts, even to me.Still, in the middle of all that noise, there’s a quieter voice I try to hold onto.Oh, to be loved!Not the loud kind, yes. Not the kind that performs or proves itself every second.Just… loved. In a soft way. In a sure manner. Without having to question it.Without having to decode every pause, every word, every change in tone.And for a moment, when I let myself imagine it, everything settles.The mind slows down. The racing heart eases and there is calm.I can almost forget the what-ifs and the maybes. The shoulds and shouldn'ts. But it never lasts.The questions creep back, like small shadows under the door.What if it doesn’t last?What if you’re reading it wrong?What if you get too comfortable… and it slips away?And just like that, something that felt warm begins to feel very fragile and shaken. I really do think that’s the hardest part. Not the absence of love… but the inability to rest in it when it’s there.Because somewhere deep down, I’ve learned to expect the shift.The moment things change.The moment that certainty becomes confusion.So I analyze. I prepare. I protect. I turn defensive. I turn feelings into puzzles and moments into evidence.And by the time I’m done, I’m no longer experiencing anything… I’m just trying to understand it.It’s exhausting.And sometimes, in the quiet after all the thinking, I wonder if love was ever the problem.Or if it’s just me?… Standing at the door of something good, hesitating, because I don’t know how to walk in without fear following closely behind.But maybe… just maybe… love was never meant to be solved.Maybe it isn’t something to hold under a microscope until it makes perfect sense.Maybe it’s something you feel… something you allow… something you trust, even when your mind asks you not to.I don’t think I’m hard to love.I think I’ve just been listening to a voice that makes love feel harder than it is.And maybe, learning to quiet that voice…is the closest I’ve come to finding my way.

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