Hello everyone,a very good evening to you guys. today am writing on my restart buttle
Life, for a long time, felt like a heavy load, I was forced to carry on a long, confusing trip. I was just walking, step after step, feeling the gravity of worries, past mistakes, and tired routines. I wasn't really going anywhere; I was just moving. I felt I was stuck in my own story, like a book where the same page was being turned over and over again. Then, I found my restart button.
It wasn't a literal button, of course it just happened at a moment of sudden, clear understanding. For me, it happened during a quiet morning. I woke up and wasn't able to get off my bed, I was just looking out the window, and a simple thought clicked into place: I am tired of being a passenger in my own life. I want to drive. This was my restart. It felt like I had been holding my breath for years and finally let it out. The heavy backpack wasn't magically gone, but I suddenly felt strong enough to unpack it and decide what was worth carrying forward.This "restart" gave me a new determination, a new set of rules for how I want to handle life from now on.
My first new rule is to water my own garden. Before, I spent so much time looking over the fence at other people's lives, comparing my messy, growing patch of land to their seemingly perfect, blooming gardens. I felt jealous and inadequate. Now, I am determined to focus only on my own soil. I will pull out the weeds of self-doubt and plant seeds of things I genuinely care about—learning a new skill, reading more, taking better care of my health. My happiness will come from watching my own garden grow, not from staring at my neighbour's.
My second rule is to be a friend to myself. I realized I was my own worst critic. If I made a small mistake, I would call myself names I would never call a friend. Now, I am determined to talk to myself with kindness. When I fail, I will tell myself, "It's okay, you learned something. Try again." I will celebrate my small wins, even if it's just getting through a tough day. Life is hard enough without having an enemy living inside your own head.
Finally, my third and most important rule is to embrace the weather. Life has sunny days and stormy days. I used to hide from the rain, complaining and waiting for the sun to come back. Now, I understand that storms are necessary. They water my garden. The difficult times, the sadness, the challenges—they are not punishments. They are part of the journey. My new determination is to feel my feelings without letting them drown me. On a sunny day, I will dance. On a rainy day, I will learn to appreciate the coziness of staying indoors and the clean smell of the earth after the rain.
In conclusion, hitting my restart button didn't erase my past. The old pages of my book are still there. But I have turned to a fresh, clean page. The pen is in my hand now, and I am determined to write a story not of a perfect life, but of a life lived with purpose, kindness towards myself, and the courage to grow through all kinds of weather. This is my second chance, and I am not wasting it.
