(A Fragmented Mind: Entry III)
No idea what my next blog would be about, yet here I am. The last few days have been productive—my overthinking has transformed into something meaningful. And for those who know me personally, you’d understand how satisfying productivity feels for someone like me.
It’s Sunday, around 7 AM. Most people take Sundays slow, but for me, it’s always about how quickly I can finish my tasks. But guess what? He’s doing a bit better.
The Power of Intuition
Intuition has been driving me crazy lately. I sense his progress, but he’s not reachable for confirmation. Should I rely entirely on my intuition? Yes, and don’t judge me.
We all believe in things we can’t see yet choose to trust. Do you believe in God? I do. Can I see Him? No. But I sense Him. If that makes me blind, so be it.
For those wondering if I’ll ever stop talking about “Him”—no, I won’t. I choose not to. My individuality, my very being, is tied to these “Hims” in my life. The “I” in isolation feels cruel to me. How can individuality thrive when we ignore the living, breathing connections we share with others?
A Battle With Numbers
Let me share a laugh-worthy confession: my brain feels numb right now, thanks to an hour-long math class. Yes, me—Krati—trying to make sense of numbers.
Math and I have never been friends, except when my brother used to teach me. His tricks made it all seem simple. But my new teacher is learning just how dumb I can be when it comes to equations. He’s good, but I keep proving him wrong with my knack for messing up even the basics.
Why am I learning math, you ask? I’ll share more in due time, but for now, let’s just say I’m venturing into uncharted territory.
Though I wish my math teacher all the very best, I’m not an easy student for any teacher. God bless you with a lot of strength!
Writing as a Lifeline
When I published my first blog, a close friend suggested I start posting on other platforms to monetize my writing. While it’s tempting, I’ve realized that the best work I’ve done has been free from the pressure of making money. Creativity flows better without the weight of monetary expectations, at least in the beginning.
For now, this blog is my safe space—one where I connect with “Him,” share my stories, and allow you to roam freely through my fragmented mind.
Last night, a haunting thought came to me: What if I’m just a task to him? A chore to be checked off?
But instead of dwelling on this fear, I’ll choose what uplifts me. Fear and darkness don’t define me, nor should they define you.
Endless Fragmentation
Initially, I planned to wrap up this Fragmented Mind series with six or seven more blogs. But then it hit me—this series shouldn’t have an end.
As the kind of soul I am, I will always need a space to pour out my fragmented thoughts. And maybe you will too. Isn’t that what life is? A series of fragmented moments—raw and chaotic, yet beautiful and worth preserving.
So here’s my final question for you: Are you ready to embrace your own fragmented mind and turn its chaos into something meaningful?
Let’s keep wandering, writing, and piecing ourselves together. Life’s too precious to merely observe—we must create.
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