I’ve been thinking for a few days what to pen next and truth be told the only emotion that I am currently plunged in – is an emotional paradox. Yes, confusion and panic are currently the norms of emotions we are confounded to, which is understandable given the current existential circumstances that have shifted us indoor.
There has been so much positivity, gratefulness, and growth, but there have also been relapses into negative habits. Harmful thought threading on a merry-go-round. Outgrowth and derail. Attachment and detachment. Reshifting, and adjusting. It’s been a great deal, and this is me possibly just dispelling what’s on my mind.
There are days when I feel unbreakable, grateful, and constantly looking forward to the best of what can be done. Seizing opportunities the pixelated screens have to offer. But there are shades of fragility, softness, and relapses that are crushing upon the responsibilities taken.
Layers of labels succumbed to, pain, confusion, and joy. Possibly all heightened because of a great deal of media I’ve been consuming as much as I am consuming food and let’s just say the walks to the kitchen should be able to burn of what all is consumed. .
So while these screens dictate most of our life, become the outlet of our daily to-dos, it’s best to be mindful of what we’re consuming physically and virtually. To take a thought-back and ask ourselves 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥?
