What Misery Brings With Itself

Oh it's been quite a while since I posted something here. And while I was away I experienced a lot of ambiguous and intriguing situations. Following my dream became even harder due to the recent chain of events. There was even an interval of time where my mind completely took hostage of my heart. But that didn't affect me because I was not myself during this period of terror. Fear had stumbled upon me. It was about my future yet again. Now I am stuck at a crossing, still not sure of what to do. Should I travel the road most traveled or should I travel the road untravelled?

From time and again I was constantly haunted by the fear of what lies ahead. Will I be living with a shattered dream or will I ultimately reach my destination no matter what it takes?

The only reason behind this sudden flow of thoughts is because of the misery brought by a very evil constituent of the universe, 'failure' .

Failure brings fear, fear brings doubt, doubt brings uncertainty and ultimately uncertainty brings misery. Misery can turn you upside down, flip you like a coin, but it's only temporary. I mean how long can a person feel miserable about himself. It's only a matter of days needed to get back to normal. And after the chapter of misery is concluded, there are fresh pages waiting to be filled with sentences full of happiness and satisfaction. It takes me only 20 minutes to write a post, but these 20 minutes are so refreshing that I'll wake up tomorrow morning knowing I'll have pages to fill with infinite chapters of happiness . :)

glitch less conveyance

Sitting here today, I am trying to think about something which is not in my hands ( my future ), my mind was in a fix, what am I to do, will I become a robot engineer bound by the shackles of my company or will I just be a hobo living my life under someone's shadow?

That was when it struck me, not a stone or an apple, but something which felt straight out of my heart .

He is a confusing fellow, my heart, but this time he was confident about something, something which would change my path completely.

But my mind, on the other hand, was on the other side of the boat, trying to row away in the other direction. " No! you my friend are not good at english. You never score reasonable marks. How on Earth will you become a motoring journalist!".

He is a tricky fellow, my mind. He always plays his own mind games on me. It's like I am his gunny pig. But we can't blame him cam we? After all it's his job.

Not being able to score good grades was initially a setback. All of my thoughts were suppressed by my mind. But a few months later, after I started getting Top Gear, something inside me changed, like a seal was broken or a wall was being brought down.

It was the wall that kept me from realising my dream. After that episode, a lot of things started flowing in my mind. I started being a little witty with my language, thought of funny yet factual lines like " The Audi A4 is the new Rich Peoples' Cheap". I started admiring every car on the road, even though I wasn't legally allowed to drive one. Then it came to my senses that there is no use of all of this until I start to pen down my thoughts.

And this being my first attempt at it, I feel quiet pleased that I could convey my feelings without any glitch .

Respect to all readers

-Utpal