LOL: Life Of Leo

Image Source Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderón - I first heard of her in my late teens, although I do not recall in what context, and I have been obsessed ever since. For the uninitiated, Frida Kahlo was a Mexican painter who was also a surrealist. She is known for her bright, bold paintings, mainly self-portraits. She battled polio at the tender age of six and suffered an accident when she was eighteen which left her with multiple injuries, including a broken spine and pelvis. She lived in pain and illness for the rest of her life while being bedridden towards her final years. She had an easel specially crafted for her that would enable her to paint from bed. She died when she was forty-seven on what is stated to be an overdose of painkillers but could amount to suicide on the account of being lovesick. For an outsider, she lived a tragic life and would soon be forgotten. If you look a little deeper into her life, you'll she the inspiration she was is.

Image Source Last weekend as Carlos Alcaraz lifted the Wimbledon trophy for the second consecutive year, a piece of news was doing the rounds. It stated the below: Alcazar did to Djokovic what Djokovic did to Nadal and what Nadal did to Federer and what Federer did to Sampras.  Djokovic really struggled to be a competitor in the clearly one-sided game and honestly there are no surprises there. Time waits for no one and one should have the sense to move on. Virat Kohli did, so did Rohit Sharma and Ravindra Jadeja. Acceptance is the key here, which Joe Biden finally realized a couple of days ago. After all, like breathing, aging is what we all have in common.

Image Source I haven't been feeling like myself since a while now. A change in my work-life dynamic torpedoed the semblance of normalcy I had created for myself. Everything is good, everything is meaningful. The only thing that I find lacking is time. Yeah, yeah, time management is the "it" word but I am losing myself to it. Today, as I read my last post , it makes me cringe. It feels so much like a rant. I make the points I intended to make, but it reeks of anger, frustration and negativity. I've realized that I shouldn't force myself to write something just because I haven't written something for a while. The result is never pretty. I'm a firm believer that one shouldn't be doing things just for the sake of it, and I seem to have let myself down here.