Fear - a shadow that follows me, making me complacent in my comfort of not doing anything or moving forward. What followed was ESCAPISM .
To another country where surviving post covid became difficult - again escaping the reality, thinking it will work out tomorrow. But that tomorrow never came and the money spent went down the drain a. k. a I Became a Lost Investment to them.
Escaping thought fictional characters, world, writing down my woes through one of the escapee. Such is the irony.
Overwhelmed, fear, guilt, disappointment, carelessness, complacency, disheartened - all pulling the same trigger and the victim is my life.
A deadline approaches - one that decides will the history repeat itself with my blindfolds still on or will I push myself to the CORRECT PATH finally?
3 years - to wake up and turn around or sleep through for another year(s) ?
Inevitable ain't?
