June 28, 2016
After spending a day or two outside the grip of this workplace, it feels as though I’ve taken a fresh breath of air, a fleeting reprieve from my inner chastisements. But as I return, the weight comes crashing back down on me.
It’s as if being engulfed by a sudden chill, that tends to remind me of the gloom that refuses to fade. This space seems to breathe angst, its whispers; nasty and unkind.
Yet, I have mastered the art of quiet defiance by vowing to rise above what this place allows. I therefore shield my soul with graceful resilience, that is, to "see no evil, hear no evil, feel no evil, and think no evil".
This isn't an act of surrender, rather a choice to be free, to let no darkness to take hold of me. And so, I endure. I survive.
"The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must, and survived." - Robert Jordan
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