There is no doubt in my mind, I am a masochist. It took a small deep cut in my right ring finger. I saw the blood. I felt the pain. I knew how yet I didn’t want to heal it right away. With that simple observation my life makes sense.
At times we are prepared knowing the simple solutions to our problems but we don’t always use them, sometimes sulking in the problem somehow feels like our only option. Is that just comfort zone of some sort? What do we expect, for someone to come help you out of it? At times the solutions are in our nose and we refuse to see them or make it happen.
Well till then here I am sulking.
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