I turned yet another page yesterday, the end of 2|0|2|3. The year gone by, had its moments of glory and misery. There had been days at length where I couldn’t stop questioning my bad luck. It became a reality, quickly, that when the destiny is not destined for change, no amount of effort becomes worthwhile. The assertive mind became fragile, in a sense wanting to accept the helplessness witnessed in everything that surrounded me, included this life itself. Someone had warned me long ago, self pity only aggravated our view of life, the experiences we encountered therein, and the overall scheme of existence.

The nights felt lonely. I dreaded to sleep, fearing of bright dreams with perceptions of another realm, which was hard to observe in the real world. It’s just the way of life, there are days we don’t want to witness and then there are nights which we never want to end.

Having said that that the tough times seemed unending, a ray of hope emerged always. It has to be connected with the nature of human survival.

The learning.

There is a purpose to everything. Not necessarily determined by our thoughts and actions. It just happens, and there is no control on its outcome. Need to sail through times, and assimilate the encounters, as experiences for the good.

Hopefully, this year is all about patience, resilience, improved focus and over all other things, living the life, with love, with joy, with purpose 😉 ❤ 🙂