These days

The past 2 weeks have been nothing short of pure torture for me, especially when trying to walk previously short distances, I have to now pause and take a breather before trying to continue. Sometimes I look at the ground and curse, sometimes I look at the sky, perhaps longing for divine intervention. It makes me recalls the few times where Anne Frank talks about the beauty of nature and how it can be uplifting in times of misery.

For me, I did manage to take in the beautiful sky, flanked by green lush trees. But it had absolutely no effect on my pain at all. Perhaps I am too weak, or perhaps nature has no connection with me, but I am inclined to think that she was writing on a more whimsical note, for I cannot imagine how beautiful scenery can resolve physical pain. Perhaps it could for emotional pain, who knows.

I am looking forward to the day I can walk normally without pain, and at the same time am making all sorts of promises to myself to prevent this from occurring again, which I hope that I will be able to keep!