Machines going out of order is acceptable. Toilets under maintenance, as well, is bearable.
The potentiality of eliminating of clogs, blocks and all kinds of chunks, be it from a human heart or a pipeline of any kind is feasible.
Ousting of substantial disorders is relatively attainable than impalpable.
But, what if, the impediment is nowhere but mentally.
YES! a mental block, struggling to survive through this post anticipating losing it all.
Never have I ever faced this before. Is it for never being a writer or tedious previous months? (I always wanted to use the ‘never have I ever’ phrase, I get to use it at last. YAYY!!)
Or, is my creativity being crushed by my angst and stress?
Or, is it the change I am going through in my life?
Instead of relaxing and relishing the mini-uninvited break, being all jittery is the only task I have accomplished with perfection.
Months have gone by, staying motivated initially meant smooth sailing through the silent sea oblivion of the intramural storm rising with each passing day.
The mental block is piling up, so, today, deciding to go against the flow and write all about it. Since 11:00 am, struggling and yet, here I am, at 5:00 pm still battling for words and focus.
Recently, at a local centre, I happen to meet an individual who invested his savings from his job in setting up three shops in the marketplace.
Only to find them turn to ashes one morning from the night’s blaze. Around AED half a million trickling down to just AED 500 in the pocket.
However, Love and tragedy, both, as unpredictable as our future with no fixed time, place or scenario.
Overnight bankruptcy, lifelong savings down the drain, not to mention his breakup at the time, yet, the man is content and grateful as his employees or himself remained unharmed. Helping him filter the right kind of people worth sticking around while emphasizing the value of life over the love of objects.
Positivity floods through when we meet such experienced people elevating appreciation for our situation.
Nonetheless, it is all right to go through dejection and lowliness. However, to stay dejected and miserable is not alright.
This post is my attempt to get back to what I love doing, ‘blogging’.
Let us know in the comments below, have you suffered from a mental block ever or have risen stronger from your previous fall?? Would love to hear your story.