I notice that I chase beautiful feelings because I believe they are "rare." I realize these feelings are not rare because they are scarce. They're scarce because they come and go. Forever fleeting feelings that are not meant to be held on to. But things are not beautiful because they last. Just like the beauty I witness when I cross paths with a butterfly. It is only for a few seconds, but its goodbye does not burden me. So I remind myself, things are not beautiful because they last. I shall have صبر (patience).

Until next time,

Bushra Khan.