
Do I really know where I am going?
Do I know the answer to the question, "What do I want to do in life?" ?
Do I really want a corporate job and sit in a cubicle and work for someone? Or for that matter, do i even want to be running my own business?
Or do I want to own a tiny hotel on some beach and spend my evenings in a beautiful lighthouse with the woman of my dreams?
Do I have a woman of my dreams?
Do I have a dream?
I read somewhere that a dream is not that what you see when you're asleep, but its what doesn't let you sleep.
When I read it for the first time, it sounded lame.
I came across the same sentence few days ago, and on introspection I found myself quoting Homer Simpson, "Well excuse me for having enormous flaws and not doing anything about it".
What have I come to be?
I judge people everyday, oblivious to the fact that the very people I judged are judging me at the same time.
I think we all indulge in similar things, and somewhere within we all know that we are being judged too... but we choose to ignore that thought.
Why?
Does it make us feel good?
Heck, we judge people even when we are not feeling like it, even when we know we're going to be burning in hell for this.
What joy do we derive?
I feel I'm making a statement when I wear worn out, red trousers.
What am i thinking when I laugh my eyes out on seeing someone in bright coloured trousers that match their shirt?
(I don't know where this post is leading....)
Am I a quitter?
I'd like to think not.
Then how come I'm an underachiever?
Am I that stupid?
I tell myself everyday about the goals of my life, but being truthful to myself, I don't remember even starting seriously to do the fuck something about it.
I tell stories to people about some really cool people I know who can do amazing things and have achieved a whole lot.
Once during one of such 'story telling' sessions, my friend made me realise that my only achievement seems to be that I know people who have achieved a lot!
At the end of the day, I find myself grumbling about the things I'd do if only I could...
Very cliched it may be, but its probably cliched for a reason - "Stop complaining. What the fuck have you done lately?"
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