I have always believed that you can fight anything if you have the will to do it. Last couple of weeks I guess, taught me otherwise and here’s how my belief changed – you can only fight something when the time is right, ‘coz only time can tell the moment when you will have the will to fight again.
What if you are lost, what if you have lost – lost to yourself, lost against the world and not just that – now you for sure know how beaten you really are. The magnitude, all of it, hits you in one conversation with your wife, on your bed when you have laid down for a good nights sleep and then BAM!!! – that’s when you lose it, lose your sleep, lose your calm and lose yourself between the whirlwind sounds of the world, and start to lose your hope!
You go to office again but aren’t smiling, aren’t cheerful, are angry and now don’t give a fuck to the reason that started it all. All you now care about is living your life no matter how miserable it feels. Go through the motions. It can’t get any shittier!
Happened to me. It was like a coma. I couldn’t even feel the air around me. Nothing refreshed me. Nothing eased me. I lived through it for 5 weeks – give and take hither and thither!
How do you come out of it? How do you wake up? I worked my ass off so I could forget it all.
What would you do?