I have been trying to read books and engage in some meaningful activities during this lockdown. I have been trying but lately I have started doing few of the things I thought I was trying, but have never really done. This has always been me. Me since high school, me since college, and me since few years ago. The “me” whose thoughts and plans runs wild and beautiful in thought but moves slower than the pace of snail in practical life. I can certainly guarantee you that the snail will have reached miles at it’s pace when I wake up to start one of my wild running thoughts, but I can barely guarantee the miles I will cover. This is not something I should be bragging about, but here I am. Because I have neither success stories to share nor inspirational/motivational experiences you can envy. This is simply like daily journal of mine. I have kept myself away from doing doing all the things I wanted to do and I want to do. The obstacle to me is Me: the greatest of all obstacles. This is amusing, but I think it is the fact too. Welcome to building and support of ME.
P.S: Just jotted the momentary thoughts that visited me as I was writing this post.
Wandering Thoughts 