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The Acomodador or Giving-up Point

"There is always an event in our lives that is responsible for us failing to progress: A trauma, a particularly bitter defeat, a disappointment in love. even a victory that we did not quite understand, can make cowards of us and prevent us from moving on."

~Excerpt taken from Paulo Coelho's "The Zahir"

There always comes a moment in our lives when we reach "Our Limit". I came across these moments for so many times and now I am even afraid of recalling it.

Two days ago, I again reached the same point when a glimpse recalled a story which I tried years to forget. I couldn't concentrate on work for the whole freaking day!!! Night was again full of thoughts..

Friday Night, I took a long walk in the cold with lightning indicating that rain can come any time but I was lost in my thoughts. At that moment, I did what I need to do "A Review of my whole life and find out where it occurred first and why it is kept on coming back to same state again."

Some questions constantly making mess of my mind (~ As always) which I never be able to answer!

As to Why I fall for those lying eyes? Have I interpreted it incorrectly? Was it love or just a crush? Why it ended just like a wind? Whether the gap that it created will ever be filled or not? Why I always wished that this story ends in happiness? Why I keep on running away from love ? The intensity I again felt in those eyes which always pierce myself; Did I take the right decision not to believe in it ? (Though I always Wished it!); Why the same story repeat itself in my mind and kept on saying that there can be a better end to it than the one I chose? And so and so on....

I am just uncertain about it and may be I always be until I cross the line where I gave up just to find answers to my questions because only then I can be A Free Man ... Free from my Zahir!!

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