Life has a way of teaching us its most valuable lessons when we least expect it.
Earlier this year, I injured my knee on one of my trips. Before my injury, I could be selective about life. If I couldn't sleep, I could catch up tomorrow. I could be friends with everyone, meeting up anytime, anywhere. I enjoyed writing but told myself I could write another day, wanting every piece to be perfect. For a decade, I didn't write. There was no rush to visit places or try new restaurants. If I felt like it, I would fly from Paris to Rome just for Italian food for lunch.
If the day wasn't perfect for my plans, there was always tomorrow. Good was insufficient; I waited for the great moments, the perfect moment. Everything was possible, and there was no rush. Little did I know how quickly that could change.
Suddenly, I couldn't walk anymore.
After the injury, for days, I couldn't get food 3 meters away from where I rested. I couldn't focus on work. My body went through so much trauma, I was barely fu…
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