like an amoeba

all frustrations are self-induced. the outside world can invite us to becomeĀ 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 understandĀ it, see it and then contain it.

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