What a lively span of time it has been, the past 3 months. I have been on top, I have been shattered, I have seen the best and the lows of life.
It all starts with The Alchemist, I feel. Splendid book, it's a shame I didn't read it earlier (my sick sense of pride and misdemeanor again). It takes us through the highs and lows of life of a young shepherd who had the balls to pursue his destiny as much as it pursued him. A smirk was all I had after I completed it, after all I am the invincible, I controlled my fate uptil now, destiny was miles behind me. What could possibly halt me on my way to conquest of this world, The perfect CV with the persona and the aura to bullishly step into any place and turn it around. (grinning) It all vanished in a puff.
The thunderbolt struck in June with me completely caught off guard. I had never seen my other side for a long time. It showed itself in its full glory as if it were squatting to jump for such a chance uptil now. Never did I feel more lowly and so afraid as I have done during the past two months. I was groping, literally groping for any thing that came as a positive. All my ideals, all that I had staunchly stood for seemed eloping away as fast as I tried to desperately to cling on. All those who I considered to be my pillars, vanished as ghouls of the wind.
Am I happy now? I don't know. But I am more grounded and baptised. There is a metamorphosis in process and I am venturing out into uncharted territory. This would never have occurred had I not suffered such a jolt. The Alchemist seems to present itself in a more real manner. The going ahead is not going to be easy, but that's one thing which hasn't deterred me. My stubborness has survived this spell and this is one weapon which makes me stand ahead of others, the zeal to be perfect, the zeal to command things, the patience of an explorer.
I am in the same phase as the shepherd who set out through the desert with a hope to reach the other side to pursue his destiny. But wait, I also have parts of the Englishman in the story inside me, who suspects and yet believes in the science of alchemy. Fortunately, these two are joining ranks instead of being at loggerheads.
I don't know what's the path ahead, But I know there is a path (even if it may be a long one or a wrong one). The battle shall be yet won, victory is not the gain. It's me at the end of the desert, who is the key. And when I meet myself and shake hands, all is won.
(Don't pull your hair at this, read The Alchemist for once)
It all starts with The Alchemist, I feel. Splendid book, it's a shame I didn't read it earlier (my sick sense of pride and misdemeanor again). It takes us through the highs and lows of life of a young shepherd who had the balls to pursue his destiny as much as it pursued him. A smirk was all I had after I completed it, after all I am the invincible, I controlled my fate uptil now, destiny was miles behind me. What could possibly halt me on my way to conquest of this world, The perfect CV with the persona and the aura to bullishly step into any place and turn it around. (grinning) It all vanished in a puff.
The thunderbolt struck in June with me completely caught off guard. I had never seen my other side for a long time. It showed itself in its full glory as if it were squatting to jump for such a chance uptil now. Never did I feel more lowly and so afraid as I have done during the past two months. I was groping, literally groping for any thing that came as a positive. All my ideals, all that I had staunchly stood for seemed eloping away as fast as I tried to desperately to cling on. All those who I considered to be my pillars, vanished as ghouls of the wind.
Am I happy now? I don't know. But I am more grounded and baptised. There is a metamorphosis in process and I am venturing out into uncharted territory. This would never have occurred had I not suffered such a jolt. The Alchemist seems to present itself in a more real manner. The going ahead is not going to be easy, but that's one thing which hasn't deterred me. My stubborness has survived this spell and this is one weapon which makes me stand ahead of others, the zeal to be perfect, the zeal to command things, the patience of an explorer.
I am in the same phase as the shepherd who set out through the desert with a hope to reach the other side to pursue his destiny. But wait, I also have parts of the Englishman in the story inside me, who suspects and yet believes in the science of alchemy. Fortunately, these two are joining ranks instead of being at loggerheads.
I don't know what's the path ahead, But I know there is a path (even if it may be a long one or a wrong one). The battle shall be yet won, victory is not the gain. It's me at the end of the desert, who is the key. And when I meet myself and shake hands, all is won.
(Don't pull your hair at this, read The Alchemist for once)
Inspiring..
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