Footprints On The Sands Of Time

So, I finally sit down and write my first dissertation. One, because I don’t feel like studying(not afraid of the impending sessionals) ; two, because I have nothing better to do on this Valentine’s eve(as evident, the writer is single); three, because I am out of practice writing stuffs for over three years(except for those futile,exasperating blabberings that I email my crush and some maudlin FB posts every now and then).

There are these random musings that keep passing my mind. Since, there are so many things going on with me, evidently I have no time thinking about anyone else, so I keep judging myself. The roads I have taken so far, the choices I have made. I never blame my circumstances, they have always been favourable. It’s been just me, who has to have the answer, a progress report. No, no, the end of the year hasn’t arrived, yet I feel the need every now and then to keep a check on myself, to keep myself from going astray, as I am a person very likely to hop from one thing to another. I work on instincts, there is a thought in my mind and next moment I am doing it, no second thoughts, nothing. Life has never been easy, simple but never easy, especially if you have a mind which would never batten down its jabberings.

So I have an encounter with myself. I see myself two years ago, and now. How much I have changed! There was this fat girl(who is still a butterball by the way) with dreams, big dreams, having no plans whatsoever how to achieve them, yet all armoured with belief, to enter the battlefield. Then reality struck. How could an unexperienced sailor, a novice navigate and reach his destination without acquainting himself with the wrath of sea. A milestone to the dream, I failed to achieve. And ever since then, I’ve failed, always, everywhere. And then suddenly…. suddenly I realise how depressing this writing has become. So I swap roles. Obviously you are not interested in knowing what I have been through, you are already fighting your own war! Let me then not mourn about it and help you get charged and move towards  your intent.

Ever heard the story of a bumblebee? The pseudoscience argument of Aerodynamics states that a bumblebee cannot fly as it does not have the required capacity (in terms of wing area or flapping speed). Ignorantly defying all the laws of sane world, a bumblebee flies! A man is fettered in his own limitations. Education teaches us what we can do, and wistfully also what we cannot. When we don’t know our limitations, we go out and astound ourselves. In hindsight, we wonder if we had any limitations. The only constraint a person has are those that are self-imposed.

Follow your most intense obsessions MERCILESSLY. Breathe in them. A strong, passionate, pulsating desire will fetch you whatever you want. Do not forget to put hardwork in between. Its a tmesis, you forget to put it somewhere and the entire meaning changes to something else.

“It’s a force that appears to be negative, but actually shows you how to realize your Personal Legend. It prepares your spirit and your will, because there is one great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth.”

I’m no philosopher but I believe we are all heroes! All of us. Nobody could ever live our life better than we did. I make a point, not to blame anyone for whatever happens in my life. “I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul”.

So, take charge, get over the bars. Awake, arise, aspire. Shine. Shine, for thou art the sun!

“Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time”



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