It's been a year since I became a blogger...Passive though.. Everytime I stumble upon this blog page, I attempt to put up something that has been lingering in my mind, but never had the guts to let it go public or the patience to feed the blog.
Even now as I sit in front of the monitor hoping to rake up the strength to put up what i feel about myself and the things that have happened in the last few years, I fumble...
My life has been pretty good from the beginning. I've had the best of things right on my lap. I never had the trouble of getting things. They fell right in my place. I was in a world of my own with the nicest things happening. My folks never let me struggle for anything. I was very much petted and pampered (and this stays on, with a few changes appended to it).
At some point we realise that this is not what life is and try to break through the confinement. That's when we try to handle things and take decisions on our own.
I now realise, I have the freedom (which I once thought I never had) to choose what I want and hold on to what I believe. Absolutely free to pursue my interests. I'm tasting the true taste of freedom. Time has taught me that trivial things don't account for "being independent". Independence lies in choosing, at this age, what I think is right for me and for my future.
"You life is in your hands" is what my dad advocates to me.. No matter what I choose, his only piece of advice is that my life is in my hands and my triumphs or failures can be attributed to none but myself.
Now I've grown up to be an individual who believes not in fate or destiny but "myself".
I am what I think whole day long.
I am today where my thoughts have brought me, I will be tomorrow where my thoughts take me.....
Even now as I sit in front of the monitor hoping to rake up the strength to put up what i feel about myself and the things that have happened in the last few years, I fumble...
My life has been pretty good from the beginning. I've had the best of things right on my lap. I never had the trouble of getting things. They fell right in my place. I was in a world of my own with the nicest things happening. My folks never let me struggle for anything. I was very much petted and pampered (and this stays on, with a few changes appended to it).
At some point we realise that this is not what life is and try to break through the confinement. That's when we try to handle things and take decisions on our own.
I now realise, I have the freedom (which I once thought I never had) to choose what I want and hold on to what I believe. Absolutely free to pursue my interests. I'm tasting the true taste of freedom. Time has taught me that trivial things don't account for "being independent". Independence lies in choosing, at this age, what I think is right for me and for my future.
"You life is in your hands" is what my dad advocates to me.. No matter what I choose, his only piece of advice is that my life is in my hands and my triumphs or failures can be attributed to none but myself.
Now I've grown up to be an individual who believes not in fate or destiny but "myself".
I am what I think whole day long.
I am today where my thoughts have brought me, I will be tomorrow where my thoughts take me.....
1 comment:
excellent one..
i think u have introspected too much bout ureself..
i am happy to c this coming from u since i know a little of wat u had in ur mind and still know sumthing abt u :-P.
good one!
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