It is said we learn from our mistakes, so making them is good. But what about the sad memories of them engraved on the deeper layers of heart which engulf you in smog of sorrow and guilt?
Yesterday, I did something unforgivable in the mood of self isolation and self punishment. What was the reason for all this, a recall of the mistakes I made in my life and many of the wrong decisions I have taken then.
I was guilty about the way I was and now blaming myself for my unchangeable past. In the process of bidding adieu to all this I punished my way of life by imposing self isolation and de-socializing. I hurt my close ones projecting my unexpected side on them.
They all tried to break my silence, but only the one with high endurance to my insensitive psychopathic behavior could coax me to talk out. He counseled me back to normal, making we realize that my past was not just about me but a series of instances with innumerable other people playing their roles. He pushed me to have a spec of the future, decisions for which are instill in my hand now.
Thanks God for creating this feeling of binding and bonding.
