nandika

Let’s be real: Feeling bored of your monotonous life is such a privilege. It means nothing catastrophic is happening. And that’s worth being deeply grateful for.

I am only 23, and already I am grieving a life I’ve been disloyal to; too busy auditioning for all the ones I could have instead. I’m haunted by the time I’ve given to this never-ending feed. How many sacred moments have I missed, peering into someone else’s backyard; only to rip up my own seedlings and plant what they had sown?