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As in Even Stevens. As in crisscross roads like my life. I fail to accept the fact that denial is a gift, only few people tend to handle. For me it’s an asset, appreciating most of the times, depreciating at its own will in between, there by messing up whatever I intended. Nothing inspires me these days. I change my thoughts and actions out of desperation , instead of inspiration. I have uncountable things to do, atleast some of them, I intend to do.
If I was supposed to experience heart-felt feelings, I didn’t. There were atleast a dozen of those instances with you name them, they were all there. Every one of them I ever cared or loved or mattered to me, they all played a part. Nothing excited me in the last 100 days. This CP closedown isn’t helping it a bit. I know things which are easy to do will be toughest if done with reluctance. Hence I am not even making an effort to do the to-do things also, atleast not yet.
This too shall pass, doesn’t it?
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