like an amoeba


all frustrations are self-induced. the outside world can invite us to become upset, but we ultimately accept the invitation.


 

frustration doesn’t have any shape or form. it is like an amoeba. extending and retracting, spreading and growing, first inside then outside, devouring and consuming everything in sight. till we understand it, see it and then contain it.

this is my story, my katha. what is yours?

 

 

allow that freedom


at some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening


reflectstaring ahead at a point, no movements, no actions, no activity. just sitting and gazing, letting my mind wander, allowing myself that freedom, no rules, no regulations, just free flow thoughts. what a blissful moment!

this is my story, my katha. what is yours?

be gentle


sometimes it’s okay if the only thing you did today was breathe


releasecould it have been any worse. felt like a yo-yo. yo-yoing from one state of being to another. from future to past and back again.

had to remind myself to be gentle and to let go of anxieties. to be in the now.

this is my story, my katha. what is yours?

mind maze


my room is not messy, it is an obstacle course designed to keep me fit.


mazeToday I felt like I had spent the whole day in a maze, walls cropping up everywhere, just wasn’t able to finish any of my tasks.

This is my story, my katha. What is yours?