The end of my crisis *I won't call it crisis ever again *
At the beginning, I felt slightly astonished. Glancing at my life, I realized that it was all gone, in a matter of instants. I thought about it for more than what seemed an endless second and the result wouldn’t change. I lost my job. Funny how fast I became an actual victim of this worldwide earthquake. It took me about a couple of hours to understand that all my certainties were somehow linked to the idea of having a job, a fixed income, a wealthy lifestyle, the power to buy and acquire goods. And how a significant part of me had been actually deprived of basic needs such as time, joy and health, in the name of Production – the goddess of contemporary masses. I spent a full week wandering around with a wide open smile on my face. I couldn’t help feeling just good and I happened to experience guilt while talking to people, realizing how lighthearted I was, in spite of all. The decision came soon after the D-Day. You know, I came to the sad - and yet understandable - conclusion that most of us live a double-dimensional life. Continue<http://tickledbylife.com/index.php/the-end-of-my-crisis/> http://tickledbylife.com/index.php/the-end-of-my-crisis/ best regards *[email protected]* -- Who is Panna Lal? <http://tickledbylife.com/index.php/who-is-panna-lal/>
