Felt Remorse about WFH !

When I started trading my dreams for my desires.

For the past 2 years, I've been working from home. Recently I shifted to Banglore. We are a group of 3 in a three-bedroom apartment. We used to study at the same college. One of them was my senior and one was my classmate who worked in the same company. The space had a gorgeous balcony opening up to the lawn of DRDO courters. After setting up our apartment we threw ourselves a house party. We talked and vibed about the old days of college. The stingy attitude of some teachers. Some old pranks and friends that we missed. As far as our work is concerned, my classmate and I share similar opinions about missed opportunities. We realized that working from home isolated us from our growing surroundings. 

Though I have been moving around lately I was blind to the fact that I am not progressing in my life or career. I feel like my 2 years have been taken from me. We are shaped by the reality we build around us and the stories we construct from it. These stories can be inspirational or boring. In my case, the reality was the four walls of my room, and there was hardly any change within them. As a result, I became clumsy and short-sighted. 

I realized that the more I disrupt the walls of my room the better the story gets. We stay ahead and become more agile because of the stories we weave. But the same story creates inertia that keeps us from doing something extraordinary. I find it ironic. It was so easy to be comfortable and effortless that I gave up pursuing my dreams. I started trading my dreams for my desires. Over the past two years, I have become disillusioned with my actions and regret where I have reached. Hard realizations!