I can be an overthinker. Not in life, but in my imagination.
When I read a book or watch a movie, I linger on the characters.
It’s fiction, but I dwell:
How did they become who they are?
What happened in the spaces the story never told?
What if they were thrown into a different plot? Would they still grow the same way?
Sometimes, I carry these characters with me for days.
And I marvel, how incredible it is that Allah created a mind capable of wandering that far?
But also, how frightening!
Because the more I think, the more I see:
Every twist could lead anywhere, every turn could change everything.
And isn’t that just like life?
As much as I love planning, making to-do lists, staying proactive, because if I don’t, I slack (and I can’t afford to; I’m not only a full-time worker, but a full-time mother, wife, and daughter too), overthinking life itself only makes me spiral.
Some things are simply uncontrollable, and some worries are unbearable.
So, I let God.
He is the Best Planner.
I don’t know what will happen one second from now.
I don’t know if the decision I’m about to make will be my best, or the one that breaks me.
So, I let God.
If it’s written for me, even if I dread it, it will find me.
If it’s not mine, even if I crave it, it will never stay.
Because what is meant for me will never pass me by,
And what is not meant for me will never be mine.
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