I did not let one unfinished thing steal the whole evening

Dear Delyara, There is still something unresolved in my life tonight. And still, the evening was soft. That matters. A few years ago, unresolved things took over everything. If there wasn’t an answer, then the whole room belonged to anxiety. If something was pending, then rest felt almost dishonest. I didn’t know how to let peace coexist with unfinishedness. Now, a little more often, I can. The problem is still there. But so am I. And tonight I was larger than the problem. That feels like peace in its most usable form.