FINALLY

My Dad taught me that if I wanted something in life, I had to speak up or figure out a way to make it happen. No one was going to do it for me. It was up to me to control my destiny.

 I heard people saying that growth never take place in absence of tears and sweat. It stroke me that everything came so strong and hard that all of a sudden here the fate fell.

There is and will never ever be someone who would come up telling you why and how life will offer you new opportunities and chances. Only you could convince yourself by believing that  hope is everywhere.

Not everyone is going to approve of the decision you make. Catch the star that holds your destiny and that will take you eventually to your dream. Oftentimes the world around you may be filled up with suspects on how well you do and how well you are going to do. You are the only one that is able to choose to believe and trust yourself that you are going to make it. Even is the whole world is going to desert you, you can never let you desert yourself for you are the only one who can do something for a change.

As a matter of fact, everything is quite simple, Not everything would work in the way that you want.
Not every effort pays you  back.However, if you give up going forward and working hard, everything will not work in the way you like.So just work hard. Diligence is something that everyone is able to own.It is alse something most people cannot own.It’s up to whether you are a successful one.

A Question

When I was child I used to love traveling by trains. Sitting by the window used to be so much fun, during the day as well as during the night. I used to enjoy looking at the green fields, big piles of hay covered with a clay overcoat, goats and cattle running around in the fields and sometimes, when there was a road parallel to the railway line, I used to look at the traffic and see if anyone was willing to race with us. At night time, you can’t see anything outside but if you concentrate, you see light glows popping out of the horizon as if the sun is ready to rise. 

You may even spot a number of them. These dim glows are the lights at far off places. It could be from a major city, a factory, a lonely house of a farmer who somehow managed to get a generator for his domestic use or from a mosque in a small town.

These glows used to fascinate me. I would just stare at them and wish that if I were able to fly I would fly to them. I was curious to see how many people would be there and what would they be doing, what would they be thinking. I was curious to know if I was as important to them as they were for me. I was curious to know if they ever wished that they could grow wings and come see me sitting by the window of a train, passing miles away from their town. Such a childish thought

 

 

Time passed by and I grew up. God gave me opportunities to see the world and meet people of every race, religion and language. Had experiences to groom myself, friends to cherish, moments to remember and stories to share. Now when I get to travel in a train and look outside the window I don’t get the same feeling anymore. I no longer feel the curiosity to grow wings and fly to see what lies within a light glow, miles away from our moving train. How do people live there and what are they thinking. Somehow, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.

 

Is this a blessing or a curse?