An Early Day of Introspection…….

It’s no less than a brooding experience when emotions take a toll on me. I get injected so deep that I sit to think why did not I make a move earlier. Today’s morning gave me a similar heavy foot. Though it’s not the first time to me, the guilt of not choosing a de route carried away my mind to a different regime where remorse was the only air to breathe. A churn of regretful past saddened my soul repeatedly echoing why did not I when I had everything beside.

It all happened in the wee hour of this morning. I happened to read an article co-written by two of my off-beat writer friends on a journey they took a few days back. The article was well composed, self-containing the essence of travel they put together. To count in a concise piece of artwork. No doubt, the tale of travel couraged them to give a literary treatment to their journey of self-exploration. Yes!!……… to write, there must be a churn of emotions inside, a quench to find more of your inner-self, a thrust to go beyond your subliminal horizon. It varies from one to one the intriguing force to call something into action. Well! concocting a perfect piece of art is no duck soup that anyone can relish and take a delight.

So my thought was why not I go on a strict diet of exploratory books, movies and silent observations not shaking any covid protocols, exploring inner mine what I really want from life.

My early appetite for introspection travels this way…. If the never-ending stride of coronavirus isn’t sufficient motivation, what else can trigger my march towards the signs of light at the end of this dark tunnel.

I believe its never too late to check on yourself and ask what you really want from this limited edition life slice.

I’ll keep asking. What about you?