Days are moving on at snail’s
pace and to live through them is the most horrifying proposition to live with.
The acts are not measurable in anything worth and time spend is not things
gained. The methods are questionable but the object is clear. This would have
been a better case had not been that the objective was to survive the day.
There are things you could do
with your life that the whole world may deem as wastage of one’s time. But
there are things that the world is yet to learn of you, there are secrets that
are buried deep within you that the world doesn’t know exists. But one thing is
there, one should be convinced of ones stand at the very least. It is difficult
to convince others of a school of thought when one himself is in self-doubt.
This conviction is what differentiates an action of need from an action of
passion.
Passion has driven, and will
drive men for many more years to come. It is this passion that has made the
space and tech possible. The world when refuses to see you as someone, it is up
to you to succumb to the marginalized life being proposed or you could rise
above them and break free. You could do things with life that would show them
that you are more than just talk. The world has ways, ways to kill of the
things that it sees as competition. It is not a reason to not to try, it is but
just one more reason to try harder and succeed.
Even as all that is said is said,
there are time you become powerless, so powerless that you are confined to some
mediocrity. There are places you find yourself, where you have to live through
it, even if it is fathoms below your level of performance. To live through them
is a horror for some. But for some it does something even more sinister. It
kills them. It kills their skill and eventually they realize they are just that
good. They refuse to see their potential that they once knew they possessed.
They suicide to the demeaning life.
It is at this time, I stand. With
thoughts creeping in like weeds. Thoughts that can take out the mighty and get
them begging on their knees. The evil ones, the bad ones and the crippling
ones. I know I am good, I know I am better than most, but to hold on to that
single haystick in the polluting ocean of thoughts. Now that is a challenge. I
can rise above it and be crowned the next king of France of fall below and
drown to the dark depths of misery and monotony. The melancholically of this
life is evident, Sun neither rises here nor the moon basks us in its radiance.
The eeriness of a graveyard and the loneliness of the dark forests. With
nothing but the skies to guide. To live through today… Hmm that’s the task
ahead.
A Lone Man’s Journal: Rupertt
Aryeen WInd