After a long interval I pick up my pen again (I should say keyboard) to write something. But I don't know why my thoughts are blocked and I'm unable to concentrate. What shall I write about? Surely there is no scarcity of topics. Friendship, life, books, the ongoing cricket world cup bla bla bla... And of course there is that evergreen 4 lettered word LOVE. I think I've written a lot along these lines and I don't want to be monotonous. So after thinking for only about 5-10 secs I've come to the conclusion that I will write whatever comes to my mind. Writing is my only stress buster.
Enough! I guess I've been beating about the bush. Half an hour ago I was standing on the terrace of my hostel and only one thought was bugging me. Am I satisfied with where my life is leading me to? I know I am the only person who can answer that but I honestly cannot answer that one question. I am nearing the end of my engineering career. I have a job. I know what I'll be doing in the next 3-4 years. Working, preparing for MBA, and once I complete my post grad again working. The same monotony, from which I now try to keep my blog free, will creep up again and this time in my life. Is that what I'm going to be doing all my life? Breaking my back to earn money. Sure enough money doesn't bring happiness though its something which can never be in abundance. I know anyone who reads this will recommend my name to a mental facility.
It's true that I appear to be very confused. I know I am searching for something. Something that brings meaning to my life. Some reason to break free from all shackles of sanity and self consciousness, to shun all rational thinking and becomes self-aware of my own existence. I had one such reason 2 years ago, but now I have none. There is a ray of light but it is very far from where I stand now.I've been looking all around for it but sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see. I seek refuge among books, I spend my time with friends, I enjoy myself to the brink, but the light eludes me. Lets see if can reach the end of the tunnel while the light lasts.
Enough! I guess I've been beating about the bush. Half an hour ago I was standing on the terrace of my hostel and only one thought was bugging me. Am I satisfied with where my life is leading me to? I know I am the only person who can answer that but I honestly cannot answer that one question. I am nearing the end of my engineering career. I have a job. I know what I'll be doing in the next 3-4 years. Working, preparing for MBA, and once I complete my post grad again working. The same monotony, from which I now try to keep my blog free, will creep up again and this time in my life. Is that what I'm going to be doing all my life? Breaking my back to earn money. Sure enough money doesn't bring happiness though its something which can never be in abundance. I know anyone who reads this will recommend my name to a mental facility.
It's true that I appear to be very confused. I know I am searching for something. Something that brings meaning to my life. Some reason to break free from all shackles of sanity and self consciousness, to shun all rational thinking and becomes self-aware of my own existence. I had one such reason 2 years ago, but now I have none. There is a ray of light but it is very far from where I stand now.I've been looking all around for it but sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see. I seek refuge among books, I spend my time with friends, I enjoy myself to the brink, but the light eludes me. Lets see if can reach the end of the tunnel while the light lasts.
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