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My motto used to be, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” That used to be my life — constantly running from work to home to kids activities during the week and entertaining friends or attending parties over the weekend. A two-and-a-half year period also included going to college — no online classes then!
The mind too was constantly in motion — filled with plans, ideas, and thoughts on getting the most out of my life.
So my life and my mind were not unlike the ocean —the activities and thoughts making up the waves and ripples of my life. And there were ebbs and flows too, just like in the ocean.
But all that changed a few years ago, during the worst 7.5 years of my life (read my previous posts for details on this please).
I wanted an explanation for all the stuff happening to me/with me. I wanted to understand why things were going to hell in a hand-basket, when I’d lived my entire life holistically.
That’s when I began to question the purpose of my existence.
No longer did I fill my days with activities — some of them trivial and meaningless. No longer did I want to be surrounded by people and or engage in idle chit-chat. No longer did I want the superficial life or the superficial fun.
