An Overslept Morning

With few or No Hopes

I hardly oversleep, but these day it happened. And in fact my cook went away home after trying to me open the door. What I love about the mornings is the freshness and beauty innate in it. No matter how worse your life is in, you are bound to experience something beautiful in it.

Anyways, Mom is sick and crying, so we ended up in a conversation full of tears in the morning, She is mostly worried about my mentally challenged brother and was saying giving a half of every bite I take, take care of him in absence of her. Its funny that at the very last moment or when people can think about their departure from this stupid planet, they just think about their very few kin’s who are they leaving ….

Not about the most of the things they have been worried in their most life time.

Life is going okay, with Tagore and Taleb- My two T’s of life now. I love Tagore songs, in fact I can’t live a day without them and Taleb doses of Antifragility.

Although there’s a lot to accomplish to conquer my humanly fears and become emotionally, economically, physically — Antifragile. But I will try at least for sure.

This is it, that is it or None of it …. that’s how the world evolves for me or anyone else.

— Journal On 16th October, 2018