The crazy thing about life is that things have to get really worse before they start getting better.
And in the interim while the darkest storm brews, all we can do is wait.
The good thing about life is that some storms you don't have to weather alone and that there is beauty in breakdown also.
Its funny how many things I've learnt to appreciate about my life in the past 3 brutal weeks here at the ISB. These past few weeks definitely haven't been for the faint of heart ..and no amount of practice in the ring prepares you for the knockout of your life.
The kind of weeks where I log a post each night but don't publish it - some days I'd rather just forget about.
I've though about this more often in the past few weeks that before - that if someday I was too look back on my life and say write a book - which chapter would be the longest, the dreariest, the teariest ..and the past year at ISB - where would that fit it ?
Its weird how my head sees my life as these compartments - before Florida - After Florida - Before Atlanta- Before Gurgaon - Post ISB and so on ..when really ..inside my heart, its all one big mess most days.
I have been guilty of so many things these past weeks, crying meaninglessly, feeling too much, writing to little, forgetting to call friends back, just getting from day to day without much thought
..the list goes on.
But its been one of those times when I've felt the need to internalise so many things, some lessons are meant to be learnt alone and when life hands you a personal lesson, you just have to sit up and listen.
But like Santiago said - the darkest hour is always before dawn and its bright and sunny this side of Char Minaar already :)
So heres to another time of in betweens - before the next wave of change hits and the surfs calls out my name for another ride.
Thank God I have enough.
1 comment:
Well Said.
Cheers!!
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