My face twitched and spasmed, twisted assertively to the left side, also dropped as I looked on wide eyed - but I strove to relax my mind in an attempt to pacify the nerves, that were inciting my facial muscles as they contracted and screamed back, resisting the distortion of my face, which in illness was losing its unique mould.
I took a deep breath, bid my soul to relax - why was I panicking on the loss of my face? Have I not as yet an identity I can bank on that’s unique from all the brands I worked at, where my face has been my identifying part rather than the ideas, worldviews I represent, or the skills that I have honed repeatedly to help me retain my identity to the world!
My self esteem burst through my facial mask, giving me a unique strength and liberty of will, imparting to my skills strong eagle like wings - the power of my words would be the wind breaking my childhood silence and reserve.
As I found my identity coming out strong, from the well of experiences and wisdom accumulated deep inside of my being - That’s the moment of truth my life leans on, my self confidence firming up as its offspring. — Shuvashree Chowdhury
“Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.” Henry Miller