It is a sombre mood now. I feel demotivated. Why? Because this morning, I received a call from the kin telling that the mind was so occupied with other menial and trivial thing such as bothering about the little munchkins and felt as if like couldn’t join the journey and couldn’t sleep last night thinking about it.
I was crestfallen and a bit distraught. Anger is a strong word but it was subdued perhaps because it was an elder who has bequeathed her priorities; perhaps because this journey needs me to exercise patient that I am trying very hard to repress my outspoken fiery alter ego? I just concurred with whatever lame reasons given although the advance was already paid.
I guess this is it. What’s meant to be will be meant to be. I am going alone. So, be it.