It's at times like these that Moby's immortal line "don't nobody know my troubles but God" comes to mind.
And to think that I almost messed it up.
There's a lot of relief, gratitude and trepidation in my heart right now, all in equal measure. But for now, I will close my eyes and expect, like I've always done, that tomorrow is going to be made up of twenty-four hours I haven't seen yet.
Maybe the Shirdi Sai Baba is never wrong after all. :)
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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