When life happens, there’s grief over the stillborn situations, dead behavior cycles and the unbearable baggage of missteps. But the good news is, it’s possible to push past the throttled possibilities to a wide-eyed state of recognizing one’s frailty and fallibility, one’s vulnerability and humanity. And this leads to self-acceptance and self-compassion. That is exactly what Ayan, Sara, Manjula, Trina, and the others do. It’s a much wider angle of vision rather than the pinhole aperture thus far.
It’s the season to resurrect the invisible self. The track may not be the easiest to sprint on but there may be other fellow sprinters who haven’t given up yet. Who knows what the promise might be to the awakened self after yesterday is done and dusted. It’s time to set out on a bold trail with an unknown destination that GPS finds unfathomable. Uprooting to reroute the next segment to seek joy. If not anything, this is the closest to feeling like a child once more because no one's ever too old, not even Annapurna or Bijoy Pisho.