Lost and found

Sometimes it happens that little pieces get chipped away from your little perfect life. So you shed off a little more of you in hope for it to fit perfectly in some place, wherever it holds some meaning, only to find out that it needs something more. There is a constant shedding, herewith. One fine day you look up to see where you’re standing on top of all that. And that’s when it dawns on you that you no more recognize yourself.

You’ve changed with time. You’re not living in the shadow of the perfectness which you’ve always wanted. The voice of subconsciousness has faded and you don’t seem to appreciate anything around. You don’t know why you’re breathing. Your pulse is constantly torturing you. You are fighting the endless battle against your sorrows, regrets and past.

I have realized that this is the fight of life! It is something from which I can not run away. And maybe, it will lead me to the doors that are yet to opened, to the moments which are waiting for me to instigate them, to the colors I’ve not seen yet. I call it ‘finding myself’.

To become irreplaceable. And reach where no one has been before.