Pause. And Smile.

So the past few months or years maybe have been wasted, consistently poking and pestering God, demanding answers and cursing the shit out of people.

Only to realize that at the end of the day, I sleep. What matters in the end?

NOTHING. Except that when you realize you moved around like a stressed out time bomb carrying the baggage of stress, when the same could have been done with a smile.

At most times, it is the ego which is broken, and not the heart. The ego fights and struggles against the circumstances, even when the heart knows its time to let go.

Practicality is the shit. If you know it is not going to work out at the very beginning, then there is no magic which will make it work when you are in a pot of unmanageable mess only to you both from the outside as well as the interior.