Recovery

At some point of time in your life, you do fall ill (if you are not that fit kind of a person, & if you do like to push yourself to the limit). I push myself whenever i get a chance, & sometimes i wish to fall sick, gives you a break. Falling sick doesn't mean acquiring an incurable disease or doing some permanent damage to yourself, what it refers to is some fever with sore throat and lots of physical weakness, some mental too. During that period, when you're glued to the bed and can't leave it even if you want to. You see people around you going to places you can't go, but you really wanted to go & enjoy with them.
I felt most of it while i got sick recently after 2 gruelling weeks. The bright side of the story- i felt it was all very necessary. It gave me time to take rest and recover, gave me time to think about myself; my past, present, future. I got a chance the review my past, heal & recover in the present, prioritize for the future. I got a chance to bring myself on the right track. Best of all, i got a break i really wanted to take. I do hated every minute of suffering, i do cursed myself for w anting to permanently staying on bed, i hated to bring myself sp much misery but i wanted all this when i was up and jumping. But slowly, taking the pills and food regularly, i recovered fully, started to jump with life, started to see things in a different perspective, in a way that i noticed things that didn't really matter, appreciating nature for a start; healing does change your perception towards the world. Change is the only permanent thing.