You were a tsunami. You were a force of nature to be reckoned with. You were awesome, a sight to behold, a spectacle to see and experience. But it’s all good and well until the water at my feet runs out and it all comes crashing down.

If I stood my ground, I'd get crushed by the sheer weight of the things you carry. And if I went with your flow, I would get washed away, banged and bashed and dinged against everything that was around. If, by miracle, I survived - I'd have been bruised beyond recognition

I walked away a different man, intact, but different. I knew better than to stand at the shores and get to high ground. But I stood there, risking it all, knowing that I will probably die.

Now, I realise, that how I thought about everything before was right. That was the right formula. Sure, the equation needed to be tweaked and optimised but that was the correct basis for it all.

I was never truly myself around. I never felt like I could be. But being alone, quarantined, separate from the dangers of the world outside, I got to thinking.

And this slow unraveling of the inner workings of my own mind got me to understand who I am. Appreciate the kind of person that I am. That nothing was wrong with me from the very start. Until I saw the tsunami brewing on the beach.

I abandoned all common sense and instincts of self-preservation and just let the tsunami wash over me. That while I was drowning, I thought I would forever be corrupted, forever drowning in situation I created for myself

But much like swimming sideways in a riptide, I got out. I learnt new experiences, things I never thought I would experience, things I never thought in a million years I would have done. But I've lived that life.

And now, I intend to use those lessons, apply them to the formula I had from way back, and create something much more improved. But, of course, with life, things are ever evolving.

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