Sometimes I feel the writer in me is dead & then I slap
myself to tell , I decided to kill him.
Life is more a success to celebrate & admist for hunger
to succeed we tend to forget; success needs to be celebrated with some
motivation, to keep the hunger alive.
I for once thought to be greatly successful in doing all
that I am doing. However all that I continue to do is only making my life. It
helps me meet my needs & yes of course a lot of my wants too. But, the
crude definition of slavery does say the same, doing things to survive. It is
the moment of time, I need to choose between being a slave or being a person, I
chose to be.
Yes, for most of us the difference is quite small & for
a lot it can be infinitesimally small. For some crazy heads, it could be quite
a distance, like me. Not all may seem to be thinking in the same direction or
maybe I could be wrong. I see the same difference; one direction world looks to
be a bunch of idiots & the other looks like, everyone wants to make an
impact. Before you question yourself, why such a thought? Hold on, for a moment
& see where you are in this business of being the best in the rat race.
Does it strike the wall? Or, does it ring some bells?
I choose the bells that ring, over the walls that strike,
bells; though they strike give you a chance to wake up than the wall that
knocks you down.
Time is close to stop believing in science & agreeing to
the fact that we at times need to think from heart than from mind. I am
choosing to shift my life to be the one I wish it to be than being happy for
the way it is current, when would you think of it?
