Mumblings and rumblings.

When you start your day, you wake up and think what's gonna be new or that should be the thought but you wake up to the fear of getting late for college. While you run to your college, you slow down to check out some girl or pass a smile to the other or just say hi to some other and end up reaching late stressing your breath. Like is fun this ways and maybe should remain this simple always. Wake up, do what you want to and then go back to bed (in time (with some company preferably)) but hey hey hey! Life isn't that simple and it never will be, it will remain that same piece of crap that we try and live through each day. I don't mean that my life is bad and has no story to it. What I mean is that hey? Where’s the fun? I see these mechanical movements all throughout this campus travel in that I live in, the buses that I travel in, the shops that I vist. Everyone is just so mechanical, everyone is like this mouse which is given the key click clack cloock and that's how it's gonna go 10 steps forward, two small circles, a jump and woosh! back to you and back to halt. Are you a mouse? Or in simpler words a ‘rat’ running this unending race to strive towards you don’t know what! Money? Power? Respect? What the hell is it that we want? We try and follow ways which have been followed by other successful people, forgetting that they made their own way and that’s why they’re there, that’s why the world and you yourself are trying to follow their way instead of anyone else’s.

This is something which is not related to anything much but just the frustration which is building up inside me where everyone including me, all of us are falling into the same patterns. We are doing something we don’t like or we didn’t know that we won’t like. All we’re doing is, following a path that someone suggested and told us that it would be the safest to treat on. I mean c’mon even Robert Frost gave us a hint, but we the sons and daughters of our parents sit here digging into a future which we may not want, which might become a burden and break our shoulders, let loose the boulders and crush us underneath the grey molten solder.

I don’t have an ending to this, no quotes, no poems but just a thought that I shared here. Let’s try doing what we want to and realize it before it’s too late because I don’t want to be reciting stories of “There was a boy who could have become a great theatric, when he acted every man thought that he was the person he was playing in true sense” or “Once upon a time a girl stood on a hill and sang so beautifully that the gods cried and made rivers flow ”. I just don’t want to be that old man and regret all of this. I want to be proud. I wish I can change my life and do what I want to do and before that find what I want to do but I think if someone reads this, he should too.


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