We start like this, there is mist in the air, and clouds hanging as low as your knees, you walk out into the open just to see a plain vast ocean of white darkness. You stop. Wait to discover if there is anything you can comprehend by your normal senses. But unfortunately you realize that it is just plain fog. Plain white darkness.
Now come back, today, the morning of this beautiful summer day, somehow you think what is wrong going around? You are doing your best still there is a condensed pound of failure that burdens your heart leaves you sighing. Somehow lonely by the fact that there is not much left to do, not much left to see, no chances of a future amendment, though, the present is not that regretful, you stay aloof.
We then return to the inner mind of the reader. I ask you. Who do you think is writing this?
Rather feeling all that has been tried to describe in the most humble manner possible. At first sight this may seem to be the notes of a housewife, failed by the shackles of daily responsibilities, maybe, it is a middle class clerk, trying to bring out his chances of promotion but unsuccessful every time by means that neither he nor people willing to help can understand. Rather this can even reflect the thoughtful mind of a retired 65 year old man, perhaps unsuccessful in fulfilling what he wanted to present to his succeeding generations.
After all this lot of character linking, let me bring you to the truth. This is no housemaid deprived of luxury, no clerk typing on a noisy 1975 Xerox, nor a man of an age that leaves him breathing on medicines. It’s me. A boy, merely 18 years in age, Dreaming, for he is told, this is what brings success, working for he is told, that is what will help you earn a living. A boy, stuck somewhere as he fights back with all his power to every challenge he is given.
He does Vince each time in a dramatic way; for he feels that the calm after a storm indicates that it’s gone. But no. It stays there. The chain of peers won’t stop the pressure that is put upon, though now doesn’t bother him. Not because he knows how to cope, but because he has gone habitual. He has started thinking in ways that he never used to do. Escapism has become the last solace. Every day seems to be prison; every night’s dream a jail break.
We are now not just children of hope. We are rather personas with a profound frustration. Our reluctance to work can somehow be linked to what we are feeded upon, given in terms of intellectual correspondence with the environment around us. All we think is a living with luxury, all we want is peace, and all we think we deserve is the ultimate. The existence of satisfaction has started becoming one of the most exotic feelings you can imagine. And all that because, every time we fail we find ourselves in a two dimensional arena, selection of one being mandatory. Either we subdue ourselves to what we have now or stride for the better. Most of us prefer getting up once again, but unfortunately, the reason of our failure was never the lack of the attempt. It was the attempt itself. The type of paths we are subjected to just do not put forward the right means to express ourselves in a way we think is the best and that actually be right in most of the cases.
This leaves most of us disheartened, failed for we find no other way and start hating everything we see. Finally all this leads to that same cloud of white thick fog. Clear, yet disappointing.
And the spiral goes on, all day long. We turn finally to the other dimension. We accept what we are and that is what leads to incompetent and non-developing citizens of such a productive country.
So let’s put a call on all those who don’t think they can, on all those who are truly disheartened, let’s give them a smile by saying that there is life beyond three hours of paper scribbling, there is sunshine outside the windows that enclose knowledge, abstaining wisdom, a place you always hated to be. This is the new tomorrow that we can make, where there is no competition, no failures, just a need for trails.
Those days shall mankind Vince over its incompetent self and develop in a way that every successful species does.
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