The Space Between

It’s hard sometimes—when you’re so deeply committed to building the life you see so clearly in your mind.

When every day is a careful balancing act of discipline and devotion, making sure you moving with intention, that you’re showing up for your dreams, your body, your mind, your spirit.

You get the routines down, you make space for alignment, you pour into yourself so that what you desire can pour into you. And yet…

There’s a space between all of that.

A quiet ache. A longing.

At first, it’s easy to brush off.

Maybe you just need to get out more, meet new people, shift your environment. Maybe you just need to embrace doing things alone.

And so you do.

You take yourself on dates.

You build days that are exciting, filled with things that make you feel alive.

But then, slowly, the loneliness changes shape.

It’s not about wanting someone to go places with.

It’s deeper than that.

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You realize… you just want to be held.

You want to exhale.

To take off your shoes at someone’s home and sink into their couch, knowing you don’t have to carry it all alone.

You want to be around people who don’t need you to be “on.” People who don’t admire you from a distance but meet you where you are.

Because the truth is, being an action-oriented person, a person who moves, means you know how to create.

You know how to build.

You know how to sustain your own momentum.

But it doesn’t mean you don’t crave partnership.

Not just in love, but in life.

In creativity.

In purpose.

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And the hardest part? You can’t force the right people to walk in at the right time.

You can’t just “do” your way into finding the ones who see the vision and want to build it alongside you.

You just have to trust.

To surrender.

To keep moving and know that somewhere, someone is looking for you too.

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I don’t have a perfect ending to this thought. Just a deep knowing that life has a way of shifting right when you’re about to give up on the timing.

So for now, I keep going.

I keep believing.

I keep making space.

And maybe, just maybe, that space is already being filled in ways I can’t yet see.

With an open heart,

Minhaj