There was a point of time in her life that confused her like never before. She had to choose between two things. Sadly, none of them, she felt belonged to her true self. She did not know that she loved something as much till very late. Maybe she knew. But she hated dealing with it and so kept mum. She chose one path. If it was right, or if it will turn right, we will have to wait.
She pursued the path. Day and night she murmured to herself - "Everything is going to be alright". The pressure she had on, the confusion, it still remained. Did she do the right thing? She still doesn't know. Is it going to lead her somewhere? She doesn't know. Does she like it? Yes. She was very clear about that.
So what was the problem? That what she had now wasn't really hers? That she had to deal with people who killed her imagination everyday? That truckloads of mud were being slammed on her face and still, she was not being able to scoop it all away?
"Everything will be alright. This is all part of life. Take it as a metaphor. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" she murmured to herself.
She likes certain things. Certain things she doesn't. She has a frequent encounter with her passion. Knowing it is not completely hers now, disturbs her. She did not know it will affect her as much.
She pursues the path. She does. She waits. She waits. She waits. She is hoping the lemons will someday be part of a delicious margarita she makes for herself.
She doesn't know where she is headed at in another two years from now. Another couple of years, and she doesn't know which city she is going to be living in.
Life and its mysteries. Bring it on? Yeah!!
BRING IT ON!!
She pursued the path. Day and night she murmured to herself - "Everything is going to be alright". The pressure she had on, the confusion, it still remained. Did she do the right thing? She still doesn't know. Is it going to lead her somewhere? She doesn't know. Does she like it? Yes. She was very clear about that.
So what was the problem? That what she had now wasn't really hers? That she had to deal with people who killed her imagination everyday? That truckloads of mud were being slammed on her face and still, she was not being able to scoop it all away?
"Everything will be alright. This is all part of life. Take it as a metaphor. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" she murmured to herself.
She likes certain things. Certain things she doesn't. She has a frequent encounter with her passion. Knowing it is not completely hers now, disturbs her. She did not know it will affect her as much.
She pursues the path. She does. She waits. She waits. She waits. She is hoping the lemons will someday be part of a delicious margarita she makes for herself.
She doesn't know where she is headed at in another two years from now. Another couple of years, and she doesn't know which city she is going to be living in.
Life and its mysteries. Bring it on? Yeah!!
BRING IT ON!!
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