Unposted Letters
Unposted Letters
Some days, even existing feels like a task. This Monday was one of those days – no desire to do anything, not even lift a finger.
In an attempt to entertain myself, I played chess. However, what followed was an unprecedented streak of checkmates, which only worsened my mood. Determined to be productive, I fired up my laptop and started binging Naruto simultaneously.
I had stopped watching content while working after learning that multitasking doesn’t exist. Instead of efficiency, it only fries your brain by making you switch between tasks rapidly. But today wasn’t about logic or productivity. Today was just about surviving.
By the afternoon, my mood had fully shifted into a nihilistic haze. Nothing seemed to matter, and the thought of attending an event in the evening made me feel even worse. The downward spiral had begun, and I had no idea how to stop it.
The Book I Almost Never Read
Evening came, and it was time to leave for Thane. While hurriedly packing my bag, I had an instinctive urge to take a book with me.
I already had Hamlet in my bag, but for some reason, it didn’t feel right. Instead, my hand reached for another book – one that had been sitting unread for months. A close friend and I had exchanged books long ago. She had finished the one I gave her, but I, on the other hand, had procrastinated. No excuses – just straight-up avoidance.
The book was Unposted Letters.
The Shift
As my journey began, I decided to read a few pages. The book contained short letters, no more than 2-3 pages each.
Somehow, it changed my day.
Suddenly, everything just started making sense.
The thoughts that had been bothering me became unimportant.
Most importantly, life started feeling hopeful again. 🌟
Somewhere between those pages, I managed to come back to reality.
My evening turned out to be an absolute delight.
Funny How Things Work Out
We never really know what will pull us out of a bad day. Sometimes, it’s a conversation. Other times, it’s a song, a memory, or, in my case, a book that had been waiting to be read.
Maybe we don’t find books at the right moment.
Maybe the right books find us when we need them the most.
