I am mentally exhausted and I just realised why.
In the last 18 months, I have suffered through two demanding jobs and now working the third, I have moved countries, and gone through two break-ups of which the first was mentally more traumatising than the latter.
It is no wonder that my current life quest is the move to status quo. To a manageable routine, to stability and to be honest - to monotony.
My soul needs a time-out.
I truly believe in the event of darkness, the universe open up its arm to catch you and guide you through.
You just need to open your eyes to look for the clues.
Yesterday I came across the last copy of ‘The Prophet’ by Kahlil Gibran at the bookstore. I took it as fate and devoured its pages most earnestly.
Even if this all goes to nought, there is something to be said about enabling someone to be the best person they could be.
This. is. new. This feeling.
That horrible moment when you realise that you are both running different tracks but that you both are the reason the other is prevented from running.
It is true what they say, the right thing and the hardest thing are sometimes the same.
And though you do your best to be brave and supportive of the other who is in great need of it, you ask yourself who is taking care of you? who is sharing this secret in your silence?