Scared or Scarred ⛺

               Ever felt like you can do this and then lack the courage for it? I for one start procrastinating because admitting it as my weakness is just so not good looking on my ego. I will never say no and will take days just to take the first step or maybe an eternity.

               I remember it was a summer afternoon when I took my bicycle out to go for a study class. I’m a careful driver with the reckless approach. It is a 10 minutes drive to the class from my place. Just before my destination was a crossroad which requires a slowdown and move careful approach, as there was no traffic signal.

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               With a mind lost, god knows where, I was driving steady when I approached the crossroad and without a second thought just drove straight towards the gate. A few seconds later I was on the ground and people had started circling around to help. It took me quite some time to realize the damage I had done both to my bicycle and my body.

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               Well, it took me 3-4 months to recover fully from the physical damage and years to overcome the mental insecurity. When my folks started pushing me to drive again, I started delaying with excuses like there’s no need, the public transport is good, driving is just a tiring effort, etc. Even today I either hire a cab or just decide not to go out. A part of me regrets not doing it but a part of me is relieved when I decide not to do it.

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               It’s strange how little things from our past start reflecting on our present self. A childhood incident can actually become a major trauma. Only we can drive ourselves out of such misery. Sure helping hands do come along the way, however, our strength is always a game changer. I intend to find the same courage, so here’s to me standing up to me. 🍻

 

 

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