Activities has been many latelay. Juggling over one thing over another. Settling one thing followed by settling other things. And when i thought of comparing myself with others “less” than me. I thought i must have been tiring for doing all these things. Wake up in the morning to rush for one activity, a little rest and another activity, short dinner and another activity.
On my bed i remember my last conversation with my father.
F: “How are you?”
V: “Very tired.”
F: “How do you feel?”
V: “Fulfilled.”
My mind went back to those short conversation. And i remember again those feelings. Despite tiredness all over me. Yet i know in my heart that i can’t choose a different path. For there i’m satisfied. And deep inside, i’ve a joy. That tired body means nothing. 
Thank you dad.