End Line.

Sometimes you feel like you are at the end of a line. Where it all feel so culminated, where you wonder what happens after this. When all those you have finished with, move on to their next race, but for you this was the last one. For you, there is nothing ahead.

For in your mind, you had a checklist and have completed it all.

So what more now?

Do you create a new checklist?

If yes, how do you create it?

What do you put in it?

Because all your life your checklist just comprised of what everyone expected of you to do.

Your mom wanted this and dad wanted that. Your siblings wanted something else. And your friends wanted the other.

One after the other your checklist was what others wanted or expected of you, and more importantly, you had to excel in all that you did because any flaw was a no-go territory.

Now while you stand at that end line, while everyone runs ahead you think of the next step, all alone, with no clue what lies ahead, with no motivation, and no energy.

You stand, then sit, and eventually lay down.

And just like that years have passed.

All the while you looked at the stars and just felt blessed for being able to look at them for a while.

Sadly, eventually, those stars disappeared too.

Bringing in the brightly shining sun with its rays piercing your eyes, and suddenly you sit up to see yourself still at that end line, while everyone seems further away beyond your reach.

You try to get up, you try to stand up, but it seems like lead has filled your bones.

Exhaustion, fear, and failure have settled in your veins.

So what do you do now?

You sit for a while more.

You let the sun sink in your bones, let that lead melt away.

And start again.

Make that end line your starting line and take baby steps all over again.

For the way I see it, with no one accompanying you on a path gives you more of a chance to wander, rest in between, switch lanes and explore on your way to the goal you hope to achieve.

All you got to do is just don’t forget to breath and take baby steps all over again, for that is once how you started so you can start all over again.

(And if you can’t, take help. In any shape and form, you can get. Taking help is not a shameful act. For as I see it, it truly is an act of bravely and resilience for yourself.)