Awkward

I ran.

I ran to reach the point of acceptance.

My thoughts were grabbing my neck from inside, choking me with its questions of acceptance.

I ran! I ran from the strength of my thoughts.

And finally I reached where I wanted to end.

“The  start”.

The start is where we accept ourselves. Maybe the years that is adding on age, makes our reality adulterated, making our existence an awkward situation. And maybe that awkwardness makes us run the race of nowhere.

It is all about what we think, and there is always a start.

Let us start every day and find a new start at the end of the day..

Because life ends there, where life starts!