One of the things I want to do in my life is this novel. I want to pour myself completely into my writing. That needs a lot of things, the three major ones being - passion, passion and passion. The requirements following that are - time, time and time. Realizing that, and realizing the need of gathering more experience, I am changing my ways of life to a great extant now. I am back to being more inward than outward (reverse of a change that took place in me in the year of 2007, December onwards). I am reverting back to my older self. And it's not that I made this change consciously, it just had to happen to me. These days, I am back to thinking a lot. I think all the time, when I am alone or when I am not, in shower, in meetings, while watching movie or chatting with friends or probably when I am sleeping too. Other than the times when I am working on my research / course, I am only thinking about my writing. And I have consciously increased my reading and researching visual resources a lot these days.
An average life has too many days we live, but not too many days we actually work for things which are out of box, but doing so distinguishes us from the rest of the world. I want to maximize this time I work for not-so-obvious things. I just don't want to be confined in one single dimension of life and mind my bread and butter. I have too many things to do (which I will do), but the passing time has made me so aware of it.
[Today, in 2014, almost two years past the day I wrote this, when I look at this piece, I feel that I have not made an inch progress towards this dream I have for so long. In fact, I cannot feel the dream anymore! Forget passion, the interest has been lost somewhere! And passion and time are not definitely the only drives behind achieving something major.
I am very very ashamed to realize that the daily wears and tears have turned me into just a single-dimensional soul struggling to survive. Or atleast so it looks like.
But somewhere, deep down, I know that this phase will not last long. Not long enough to kill my inner soul.]
An average life has too many days we live, but not too many days we actually work for things which are out of box, but doing so distinguishes us from the rest of the world. I want to maximize this time I work for not-so-obvious things. I just don't want to be confined in one single dimension of life and mind my bread and butter. I have too many things to do (which I will do), but the passing time has made me so aware of it.
[Today, in 2014, almost two years past the day I wrote this, when I look at this piece, I feel that I have not made an inch progress towards this dream I have for so long. In fact, I cannot feel the dream anymore! Forget passion, the interest has been lost somewhere! And passion and time are not definitely the only drives behind achieving something major.
I am very very ashamed to realize that the daily wears and tears have turned me into just a single-dimensional soul struggling to survive. Or atleast so it looks like.
But somewhere, deep down, I know that this phase will not last long. Not long enough to kill my inner soul.]
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