To A former version of myself
Dear old me,
I used to think survival would look dramatic. Instead, you kept going through ordinary actions. You answered one email. You took a shower. You went to work. You called someone back. You tried again after a disappointing week.
No one gave those moments awards. Most people never saw them.
I see them now. Thank you for doing small things long enough for me to exist.
Kothasongi Editorial