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Somewhere in the middle........




Okay, so I have again ghosted this blog for a while, but you know, just got so caught up into everything else that it just became an “on the back of my mind” thought. It just wasn't coming to the front which reminds me of many other things which didn't come to the front either.

Like I said, I was too occupied. But for this blog, a really kind person decided to remind me that, hey, you have forgotten about the blog, and that they're waiting for a new post. But now, as I am writing this, I reckon what were other things that I didn't do when I was too caught up with the things at the front.

And also the fact that I never really cared what was important and what was not
I just went on doing what came to the front. Now that I think of it, what if the thoughts and things waiting for me at the back of my mind were the ones I should have focused on?

You know, I get it live in the moment, you just have one life but yeah, that matters, right? I just have one life, and I don't wanna get everything right or perfect, but I don't want all of it to be wrong as well.

You know, I am thoughts and my mind and my heart. But I feel sometimes my mind or my thoughts just scream louder than my heart, and they overwhelm it and me so much that we both forget that we have opinions too.

And my silly little heart, I tell you, has gotten me into therapy and it works, so maybe go give it a try. Now, this might sound like a fight or an unfair comparison between the thoughts and heart and my dear mind, but it's not, and I promise you that.

Because you know, all of these things  they make you and me who we are. And we are all amazing in our own ways, and have our own insecurities and flaws.

Again, my thoughts and mind are getting louder and interrupting me as I try to write this, and my dear heart is again overwhelmed but yeah, we're cool, because therapy did help us.

Now, in this journey of trying to do what's at hand, I've always forgotten to differentiate whether it serves me or not, if it is good for me or not. And just because they are at the back, I have let those voices slide like they meant nothing.

And I now think, God knows how many times I have overwhelmed my little heart with those “at the front” tasks and made it weep by forgetting the “at the back” thoughts.

And as I navigate this, I feel I need to and maybe we all need to meet in the middle. You know, ask our thoughts to slow down and ask our mind to wait for our hearts, and tell them that you are listening to it beat and speak.

And while you do that, let the world move maybe faster than you, your heart, and mind combined. Because we are not trying to be the first or the last ones remember all we wanna do is meet somewhere in the middle.


                                                  - Sejal 

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  1. I relate to this so much. Thanks for putting it out here!

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