Mind of my Stroked Brain

This is just me venting... So, I apologise for it in advance. I have in the recent past Written something about most folks hitting a crisis of sorts at some stage. We rarely sense it creeping up and are mostly hit by surprise. It is probably a slow diminishing of faculties, both physical and the mind, coupled with some incident. I am thinking the gradual-ness of the process somewhat cushions the impact and gives the mind certain time to adjust to it slowly. Unfortunately in my case, it was an overnight thing. I slept usually and woke up in a different reality. The mind had no time to adjust. Also, there was no damage to the mind (fortunately or unfortunately) so every detail of the struggle, both self and others around was fully perceivable. And as if to add insult to injury, i could not express what I was going through or what I was feeling for 18 months. I felt like I was a pressure cooker with no pressure valve. From then on, I have been rambling (on whatsapp) as much as I can, lett

Some days back, my wife told me, my younger daughter, who is all of 10 years, asked something in the lines of "why should we live and do everything if we are all going to die anyway?" I think that question might have been prompted by my dad's recent passing. While the question, now,  came out of pure innocence and genuine wonder, I suspect, it will be a few decades before she realises the profoundness of that question when probably faced with it again. I was watching the Netflix series 'The Crown' today. I have got till Season 3 and episode titled 'Moondust'. In that episode, prince Phillip, the Duke of Edinburg is shown facing a sort of crisis. He believes in action, achievements, etc. But he is completely disillusioned when he meets his idolized heroes, the first men on the moon, acting like mere men. His faith is shattered. He joins a group of priests, whom he had mocked earlier and goes on and does much for the studies on faith and spirituality. "