“It’s gonna be okay”
I tell myself as I get dressed; almost ready for work. There’s breakfast on the table; not my favourite but it has to be eaten. Breakfast is the least complex thing to start with in the morning but it somehow stirs discomfort in my half empty stomach. Every step I take kills my appetite little by little. I swallow spoonfuls of curd rice, simultaneously tying my shoelaces.
“You’ve seen worse”
Says the mind and my heart disagrees. Trivialities outclass even momentous complications when you’re unwilling to act on something that’s inevitable. I grab the keys, start my scooter and am off to work.
“We’re getting closer”
Cries my heart when I’m halfway to work. It’s not that I dislike what I do but it’s not knowing what I want that gnaws at me. What we dream of and what we become are seldom the same. I start singing out loud in panic, trying to calm the storm raging inside.
“Here we go”