For once…I think I may have reached the stage where I have grown weary of writing. I tire of it. I write to express, I write to share, I write to let out, I write because I am in need of it. Not anymore.
I am exhausted.
So lie down, take a nap, rest, you should not force yourself to sit and continue when it is going against your human need, you may say.
But no.
At this point, I feel that it is better to take a break, and go back to taking charge of my life. Aisya has taken that first step, and she looks so liberated. I’ve felt that kind of liberation once.
A time when I didn’t scoff, when I wasn’t as cynical as I am now, a time when I simply believed in everything about this world. I had Hope. I had Heart.
Had.
When I stand before thee at the day’s end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
-Rabindranath Tagore-
Enough said here.
