Some of you folks may be aware that I suffer from anxiety disorder. It’s not something that is too obvious if you know me casually but that’s becuase it’s very easy to hide.
In my thirties, it was pretty bad – married with children and being the sole breadwinner was not helpful to my mental well-being. But since I turned 40, I have become more self-aware about my condition and learning slowly but surely to deal with who I am.
So here I am, knowing the importance of the here and now. Present sense. In the past decade, I have gone to hell and back but with such valuable lessons.
Yesterday is gone forever and tomorrow might never come. All I have is today. Live in the moment, my friends.
… still there’s more …