There are times, when nothing seems to make sense. When nothing seems to be 'perfect'.
In such moments, be vulnerable. But stop, stop after a while. Breathe. And think:
Did I sign up for a perfect life or a life that is remotely worth living?
Why am I cribbing now when I wasn't grateful enough in the moment of happiness?
And lastly, why am I behaving as if this is the last day of my life. And, if it actually is, damn why in the hell would I spend it fussing and crying?
Breathe. At times breathing is what you need.
I know it seems preachy and rather romantic. Alas, it might make sense to some and work wonders for a few others.
Have a lovely weekend! :*
Too deep 😊💙
ReplyDeleteThank you, Raj!
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