How blesses I am to remember love

How blessed I am —

to have come this far,

to have love for the Binita who once believed happiness lived somewhere outside herself.

Maybe if my closet was more organized, I’d be happy.

Maybe if I had that dress, that gadget, that perfect picture.

Maybe if I had that man.

Maybe if I were married.

Maybe if I had a ring on my finger,

a house, a beautiful office, a cozy bed, a life that looked the part.

Maybe then, I’d be happy.

But all those maybes — they were never promises.

They were questions.

They were echoes of uncertainty that followed me everywhere,

until I realized that maybe itself was the answer.

Because when you let go of all the maybes —

the marriage, the money, the home, the picture-perfect dream —

you find what’s real.

You find love,

the quiet, steady kind that has always lived inside you.

And suddenly, joy no longer hides in the things you wanted.

It appears in the smallest moments —

in the grass beneath your feet,

in the gaze of a squirrel,

in the butterfly landing softly on your notebook,

in the dragonfly hovering like a guardian of peace.

You realize that none of those “maybes” —

not the house, the vacation, the man, or the dream —

can ever compare

to the pure gratitude that blooms when your heart meets Source.

Love was what you were searching for all along.

Love for yourself.

Love for the Divine.

Love for everything that simply is.

And now, this —

this quiet, tender presence —

is happiness.

Because when nature becomes your temple,

and every breath feels sacred,

you finally understand:

you were never chasing a “maybe.”

You were remembering Love.

And it turns out,

Love was with you all along