The Mosaic of Love We Carry
The first time I heard the saying, “I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever loved,” I couldn’t relate to something more. Whenever I pass through a familiar street, I think of a friend who used to meet me there in high school. With every crochet piece I make, I imagine my grandmother smiling at me serenely, her patience and warmth stitched into each thread. I braid my hair and remember the girl whose hair I used to braid when I first entered college.
Every person you meet leaves their mark on you.
So, if you’re reading this and feel lonely, I want you to know — you’re not. How can someone so full of memories and love from others ever be truly alone? Life is a puzzle, and each person we encounter adds a piece, creating the mosaic that makes us whole.
Even if I can no longer talk to my grandmother or catch up with that old friend, I still have their memories, and that feels like enough. A big part of growing up, I’ve learned, is accepting that memories can be enough. Even in their absence, the people we’ve loved stay with us in small, meaningful ways.
You can still be your wonderful self, carrying those tiny, happy memories as your strength.