There seem to be a kind of lull, kind of gloom fallen after
all the preparations and decorations that take place after a big festival. The
aftermath can certainly be seen with the bloated tummy and an empty look. The
highly activity filled days are no more so active and yet I have not caught up
on my sleep.
Well that is not the only thing that is impacting my mental
peace. I am a creative person and I like to constantly create something, be it
a well written article or some Quilled piece.
Lately my mind keeps on wandering into a strange plane.
Where I have these flashbacks and the images of things that I have not yet
lived. Into this unknown territory I keep on wondering if I will ever come out
of this. Go to the place that I want to
reach.
I wish to do so much and saying that I can’t find time to
follow my passion is not just an understatement but also a sorry excuse for
being too lazy. I have so much of passion and yet I do nothing for it.
I, like many others compare my passion with the kind of
income I would get from it all. Proving that I think low of my own
capabilities.
This has nothing to do with the lack of passion to follow my
passion and make something of it but the dull lull that follows great and big
festivals. I am sure I would get out of this soon and with a bang.
This surely is my mind
rambling, making no sense whatsoever