Hey people !
Very few people speak of this journey .
They tell you the cheesy bits . Like the day they studied for 18hours straight. Or may be the day they felt like giving up everything. Honestly there is more to this journey ... the story with messy bits or the story with not so imperfect plans. The point of life where you pop out loud and fizzle out the next next second .
What we see is the applaud on crowning with a Masters Degree. Nobody sees the sneer at the time of fall. Wait, may be they do... they do... but they chose to let it go.
Once in your lifetime you are among the people who are deemed as stuck in the “middle of the pack.”
I have come midway. There is no going back. But the path is muddy. My pace is slowing down. The hands are sometimes shaky and also the morale. I cannot let the morale fibre lose its lustre. There are times I meet annoying people , have few bumpy rides on the way.
With twinkle in the corneas and a wallop of goodness in the bones. A spring on my knees , so that I spring right back up with a bang with more determination when I fall flat on my face. I have pitfalls , I have high notes but I gotta spring to the next whooper.
The pulsating creation in the thorax refuses to give up!
There are times I make frilly speeches. There are times I work hard . There are times I am determined . There are times when I am a cry baby. But all time human.
The non stop failed plans or parties have destroyed the evident awkwardness of not making it ,just like a land mower tramples on weed and makes space for new plants and beautiful flowers. So once plan A fails , plan B is ready.Sometimes detours are actually blessing in disguise.
I choose to speak unabashedly about my fears, insecurities, chaos and regret-laden life experiences. The life is sassy , dramatic with HELL ALOT of boo moments and a little bit of glitter.
Bye!
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