Indulgence is just a personal expression, a search inside the soul, an attempt to tiptoe silently in the inner world of turbid emotions, to embrace oneself for one's imperfections, to allow oneself the liberty of gloom and the madness of joy, and the candidness to mould them into words...
will be days when both yes and no will be equally wrong. When what you
choose affects not just you but a lot more. On days like that, breathe.
Remember the little girl who wrote letters to God. She is still in there
somewhere. Find her. Let her tell you who you are and who you ought to
be. She knows.
There will be days when the injustice around you
will numb you down and make you feel vulnerable and powerless. When all
you'd want to do is cry out loud. Do. Allow the grief and the nonsense
of it all to wash you down. But remember to wipe your tears to a day
that is a tad brighter. Do what you can to make it happen.
There will be days when it will be hard to rise. When the prospects of
the day ahead would be daunting, and the comfort of warmth and inaction
tempting. Sometimes, rest. Slow down in the swirl of your coffee and
indulge in the familiarity of a book. Turn up the classical music and
soak in a hot tub. Let the good things heal you. Eat. Replenish what has
been lost. Call a friend. Go to a cafe with the book. Stay. As long as
you want. Leave behind a note of thanks.
There will be days
when the past will overpower you. When the bitter memories will trouble
and the happy ones will hurt. When a song or a smell will take you some
place else. Some place sinister. On days like that, let them. Watch the
replay. Laugh. Cry. But remember to get on with the present when the
play is over. Like any performance, there'd be lessons. Take them, and
move on. There's something shinier, prettier, happier awaiting you