30/07/2025
Sometimes, I wonder—how can love be so exciting yet so painful?
How can it be both unpredictable and indescribable? To the point that it can be meaningless, yet the feeling can also be incredibly meaningful.
Then, The Ridleys' music found me. Each note, each lyric, hummed against my nerves as I heard the words:
"I'll be more of a shelter and less of a storm."
It was a promise—to be a refuge for the one he loves. To be her comfort, her home in moments of weakness, rather than a force of destruction that brings chaos and ruin.
It made me think. How do I find someone like that? Someone who won’t turn into a storm when I am already drowning? Someone who will choose to be my shelter instead?
But then, I realized—I don’t have to search for them.
I don’t have to run, seeking shelter every time the winds of life grow harsh.
Because maybe, just maybe, the shelter I have been looking for has been within me all along.
Maybe, I can be my own safe place. Maybe, I can be the warmth, the comfort, the home I so desperately seek in others. The storms will come, yes, but they will pass. And when they do, I will be standing, for I have learned to be my own sanctuary.
Before we love another, we must first become the shelter we need. We must learn to be calm amidst our own chaos, to offer ourselves the comfort we so willingly give away.
Because love isn’t just about finding the right person.
It’s about becoming one.
