Sometimes life thrusts you to an unnoticed, unwanted edge where you have no better option than to retire to a blank page and blue pen in your hand and screech a word or two in some incorrigible handwriting rendering it incomprehensible even in the barest proximity range. And better so, switch off the ‘mini devil’whose attributes are contrary to its size and cut off from the outside world. This sudden outburst seems to be an identical picture perfect situation in every unmanaged disturbed person in his 20s.
Adulthood –this is the perfect time to do some soul searching in the pool of utter confusion one lives in. (maybe that is how masterpieces of self-discovery were gifted to humanity.) Just a peep outside one’s comfortable slumber shell and things are just like those floating bacteria cells in the biology lab accumulating slowly, growing in mass to fill up every space. And although some scientists treat humans as a tiny speck in the universe, it has been a constant urge on part of living beings for the quest of a meaningful life where success is considered a prized possession.
However there is difference between playing to win and playing not to lose. And however strong and efficient one might be, failure of some kind does peek in.
What does each failure teach?
Does it remind that one is not good enough or does it suggest that one is yet to hone the skills to be amongst the top 5%? But whatever it may be failures do have two hard implications-they either break you or make you. They tell you or teach you. They discourage or motivate you. They tell you to give up or try just one more time. How difficult it is to gulp down failures. To start over once again with the same tools, go for the same tasks; build the same castle which you saw yourself get smashed into dusts and still clueless about your stand at the threshold of victory and defeat.
Volumes of books proudly adorn the stories and struggles of those who braved against all odds, laughed at their own mistakes and made their presence felt. But did those glossy pages try to project the emotional turmoil and nothingness faced by each dejected soul. The world cares for the gold medalists, it does not care for the one who came second or third or the one who competed for the same nor does it care to see the sweat and blood behind that win. This is the competitive dog-eat-dog world we live in.
Nevertheless there are some who try to rise from each fatal blow to stand as a paradigm to that one story of a spider which inspired King Robert Bruce not to give up his kingdom to the enemy. And may be because of this someone rightly said that life is a sine wave- and there will be two peaks –of maximum and that of the minimum.
All it requires is patience to keep calm during adversity and logically transform it into an opportunity and not be exuberantly carried away by a success- for even success like happiness is a journey not a destination.
Happy trying!
Adulthood –this is the perfect time to do some soul searching in the pool of utter confusion one lives in. (maybe that is how masterpieces of self-discovery were gifted to humanity.) Just a peep outside one’s comfortable slumber shell and things are just like those floating bacteria cells in the biology lab accumulating slowly, growing in mass to fill up every space. And although some scientists treat humans as a tiny speck in the universe, it has been a constant urge on part of living beings for the quest of a meaningful life where success is considered a prized possession.
However there is difference between playing to win and playing not to lose. And however strong and efficient one might be, failure of some kind does peek in.
What does each failure teach?
Does it remind that one is not good enough or does it suggest that one is yet to hone the skills to be amongst the top 5%? But whatever it may be failures do have two hard implications-they either break you or make you. They tell you or teach you. They discourage or motivate you. They tell you to give up or try just one more time. How difficult it is to gulp down failures. To start over once again with the same tools, go for the same tasks; build the same castle which you saw yourself get smashed into dusts and still clueless about your stand at the threshold of victory and defeat.
Volumes of books proudly adorn the stories and struggles of those who braved against all odds, laughed at their own mistakes and made their presence felt. But did those glossy pages try to project the emotional turmoil and nothingness faced by each dejected soul. The world cares for the gold medalists, it does not care for the one who came second or third or the one who competed for the same nor does it care to see the sweat and blood behind that win. This is the competitive dog-eat-dog world we live in.
Nevertheless there are some who try to rise from each fatal blow to stand as a paradigm to that one story of a spider which inspired King Robert Bruce not to give up his kingdom to the enemy. And may be because of this someone rightly said that life is a sine wave- and there will be two peaks –of maximum and that of the minimum.
All it requires is patience to keep calm during adversity and logically transform it into an opportunity and not be exuberantly carried away by a success- for even success like happiness is a journey not a destination.
Awesome!! don't let the blue ink fade away
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