Insignificance.

I sit here, on one corner of the couch, on a Friday night, scratching my head.

Thinking of my options, and possibilities.

A while ago, I imagined myself stuck in the middle of the spiral crochet pattern, similar to the one that was at the bottom of my glass water bottle holder, while I tried focusing on my breath.

Difficult. Confusing. Stressful. Challenging.

Indeed, I feel.

Now, the funny thing about life is that every time you feel, 'once I get this, I will be sorted', it is never that, except in some shape or form you are in a pickle. Maybe it is to do with your work, exam, assignment, or some personal stuff. There is no end to it.

Things just come up one after the other.

And that's life.

I was just like this two years ago.

So badly wanting to get out of my room in ORN.

How naive was I in believing that, it is only this.

Once I am clear this, then it is all sorted. Except, it never is.

It is only recently someone told me, 'take things as challenges', as if you are a part of some hurdle race, where hurdles are bound to come, but the good things is, if you view your problems as challenges it becomes much easier to keep faith that better things are coming.

It is only a matter of time.

Maybe no body wanted to hear this, maybe I wrote this just for myself, because it is the only way I can explain it to my 'dear' brain to keep my faith high. I would always tell the story of 'Three Feet from Gold', from Napoleon Hill's Think and Grow Rich to my then flatmate.

Sometimes, I need that reminder myself.

'Hold your faith for three more feet.'