Drafted on Nov. 5
Sometimes you make certain decisions; hard choices that you think would alter your life and would fill you with a sense of void-turned-into-purpose. Then days roll into weeks and weeks into months and months into years, and you are pulled into the whirlwind called life until one fine day you realize that the decisions you agonized over, the choices that you thought would be inflection points, are nothing but mere blips in the grand scheme of life.
Is this how time heals? What should one infer of these blips?