Addressing not avoidance is the solution

I have been reading 'The Subtle Art of not giving a F**k' by Mark Manson for the past three days. I completed it today.

This book is not just about how to prioritize things in Life but a lot more. It made me think about a lot of things. Although I still haven't got it all figured out but a few things in the book were in a way liberating.

You may not agree with all the concepts of the book but it definitely is a good read. One thing I learnt from it was whatever happens to us is not always our fault but how we interpret and respond to the different situations and circumstances in our life is a choice we make and is definitely our responsibility.

The past semester had been quite unsatisfying and unproductive in so many ways despite the little I achieved. I knew I was not giving my 100 percent. There were some circumstances and events I couldn't but still there was a lot I could do. But I just had been avoiding to take up the responsibility for it.

I have decided to take responsibility for my problems. Addressing and trying a problem is a wiser choice than avoiding or neglecting it.

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