Ankita Pokharel
In the depths of my mind, I once felt cocooned by a circle of companions who seemed destined to journey with me through every joy and sorrow. Their presence was a source of immense happiness and support, a cherished blend of friends, family, and loved ones.
True to their promise, they stood steadfast by my side during the toughest of times, their words a balm to my wounded heart. Likewise, I offered them my unwavering support, knowing we were bound by a shared commitment to each other’s well-being.
But as time marched on, life’s demands scattered us like autumn leaves in the wind. Studies, careers, relationships—our own individual paths consumed our attention. Our once close-knit bond weakened, reduced to sporadic messages exchanged in the digital ether.
We grew resilient, learning to navigate life’s challenges alone, though the burden felt heavier without the solace of our once constant companionship. Days blurred into one another, routines dulling the vibrant hues of our shared experiences.
In the midst of this swirling tide of routine, there are moments when it feels like love itself has been relegated to the sidelines, a mere footnote in the grand narrative of life. It’s as if we’re caught in an endless loop of earning, competing, and spending, with no clear destination in sight.
Thoughts flicker through my mind like distant stars in the night sky, questioning the very essence of existence. What comes next? Where is the meaning in all of this? Where has the charm of life disappeared to?
Amidst the confusion and puzzlement swirling within me, I mechanically set my alarm clock, a symbolic gesture of attempting to impose order upon the chaos of my thoughts. As I stand before my wardrobe, the choices before me feel weighty, each garment a reflection of the uncertain path ahead.
Similarly, as I contemplate the menu for dinner, I am struck by the realization that even the simplest decisions carry significance, hinting at the broader tapestry of my aspirations and desires.
Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there lingers a glimmer of hope for the future, a beacon guiding me through the fog of indecision. With each decision made, I inch closer to a vision of tomorrow that is shaped not by fear or doubt, but by the unwavering belief that better days lie ahead.
