The Rising Sun

 I embarked on this trip to Himachal with the heavy thought that I felt like I was not doing enough. Almost every day, I had set life on a constant mode of procrastination, thinking there was always tomorrow. I thought maybe away from the crowd, in the mountains, I could plan my days, months, and years. I might have thought of giving up a zillion times during the treks, but something told me to keep going. When I finally climbed to the top, a row of snow-capped peaks peacefully awaiting the full moon night welcomed me. I reached home. I reached love. So, let me plan now. I took my phone out and sat at the edge of a boulder. Smiling at me was the beautiful full moon and a starry night sky. To my left were the healing Himalayan peaks covered with shimmering snow. A dog peacefully sat next to me. The silence was all around. This moment, this very moment of my life is what I call healing. I had one-on-one conversations with the universe. I imagined the moon to be my Appa and conversed with him about all my worries, my dreams, my complaints, and my happiness. In the vast expanse of the starry night, alone at a mountain top, I found someone to talk to. Someone to listen. Someone to hug. I kept my phone back inside. I had done all the planning I needed to. Because I realized the only thing that was stopping me from being myself and doing the things I wanted was my ignorance to address my fears, my past traumas. The night passed, the stars faded, and the world was slowly waking up to the colors of purple and red. Bees were humming. Birds were chirping. Trees were swaying. Here I sat, welcoming the rising sun.