Little I knew how much I missed doing things that I had enjoyed doing in my life. I was so engrossed chasing, fighting, wasting all matters that didnt even matter. Can I get back all that lost? Never. Past few years was like living in a dream. What differs it wasnt a dream but a reality. Looking back, I wish I had done it better, of course but there is no point crying over spilt milk. I miss expressing emotions, thoughts, opinions, views. I missed to realise that writing is a form of 'mind detox' which I often indulge. Wandering in my own world, finding solace in every words that I write, crafting life stories, chanelling energy.
Recently I stumbled upon a book 'Man's Search For Meaning' by Viktor E.Frankl. It was given by a dear friend, someone whom I would not imagine to be my friend, whom appeared in a weirdest way, but yet a friendship I would treasure forever. Quoting one of Viktor E.Frankl's quote which says “When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”
It is the time we allocate for ourselves that matters the most. As such as we do not want to do it, but, it is important to realise how desperately we need it. No one would be able to do it for you, except yourself. What it takes is the courage to make changes. The only control you have is yourself, as you can't change people nor you can make them change for you. Hard to accept, but this is the reality we have to face. Lets learn to embrace the truth that only me, me and me is needed to survive.
