There was one period when I was staying in the school hostel that our room used to be so rough that even I stopped noticing it. Four guys are in the room, clothes are on the bed, books are everywhere, and some random papers are on the wall.
And anytime one of my friends comes around and asks why our room was like that, I usually say they should look away and that everything is fine even when nothing around the room looks fine.
And one Saturday like that, NEPA decided to give us light that evening. I decided to stand up. I looked around the room so clearly, and I said to myself, βWhat a mess!.
But it obviously wasn't really about our room.
I was just exhausted in a way I myself did not even know. From financial pressures to unfinished projects, with some disappointments. Everything has built up so quietly that I did not even pay close attention to the hostel room.
What seems to always surprise me is that it slowly happens in a way that I never expected. Because the real me always pays close attention to little details around me. But that just happened in a way I never saw coming.
That evening, just little by little. I made sure I cleaned, swept, and arranged the room. I also gave a warning that everyone should always try to keep the room tidy and not throw things up and down.
Something little but huge I have learned about life is that recovery is not always dramatic. Most times, or even occasionally, it is just a little act that reminds us that things can still be arranged again.
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