I don’t know how many times I have fallen down and picked myself up again. Starting the whole routine with writing affirmations, practicing yoga and eating healthy to name a few. It seems like along with life in general, I am constantly struggling with staying focused on the things that matter. More precisely things that I can control, to an extent. And then, something shows up in your diary that you wrote months ago. Strangely, it makes complete sense in the present moment, enough to pull you out of the swamp of victimization and sadness. So below are a few lines describing the same.
Stairs I built.
Paths I walked.
Scrapes I gathered.
Love I remembered.
Exhausted heart got stuck again.
Swamped and overwhelmed.
I picked myself up
Once again, starting from Day 1.
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