Lately, I have been tired and engaged with new stuff. The routine, the job, the lifestyle, and a lot of other things have been overwhelming. The basic requirement had taken the front seat, and my passion was on the back seat for a while. I am slowly learning to go back and forth between what I love doing and what I have to do. It will take some time, but I will, I know, find my way back to this. I am not exactly in my zone. However, I have learned you have to mess things up before filtering important things and getting your life re-arranged. I wish I could sit and tell many more things, but I have some commitments to adhere to because of duty calls. I feel like a new person this year, and I am happy with leading a normal and less chaotic life. It’s amazing how refreshing one feels without baggage. I have so many thoughts to pen down, but all of them are unorganized, and I have to mentally compartmentalize things. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing here. But I hav
There is one thing that I strongly disagree with my therapist is the concept of love. She is a hopeless Romantic and believes in lovey-dovey things, and I don't buy it. Oh yes, I decided to take therapy for a reasonable amount of time because fighting my demons alone was becoming too much for me. Well, back to the topic. According to her, a major part of one’s heart belongs to the partner. She literally drew and explained it to me during a session. Surprisingly, there was no room for her in those sections of the heart and it baffled me the most. I decided not to ask or point it out to date because that’s her perception and I don’t want to rob her of her thoughts. She had different battles than me, so it kind of makes sense why someone would choose to sell the idea of love. That’s how I felt every time she spoke about love. It was almost as if I was listening to a romantic movie narration. However, I am learning how to not comment and share my mind in a situation where it will que